Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Here’s a fanciful tale of a schoolgirl caning, as told by the schoolgirl in question to her boyfriend before she lets him soothe the marks:

“I stood patiently as Mrs. Crachet pinned up my skirt. My bottom felt painfully exposed. She tugged at my panties to make sure they fit snuggly and I had to bend across her desk. I was stretched almost to tiptoe to reach the other side, my bum thrust out behind me. ‘Fighting is a serious offense,’ she said sternly. ‘Though it’s your first time, Sherry, I’m going to give you six of the best. Don’t let go of that table or the blow won’t count and you’ll earn an extra to boot.’ I sobbed at this news, not knowing how I was going to endure this punishment.

“She touched my bum lightly with the cane to line up her stroke and then I heard the whistle and crack and felt a tremendous pressure across my buttocks. For a fraction of a second it was just pressure, no pain, but then suddenly I felt a burning as though a red-hot poker had been pressed against my rump. I cried out–I couldn’t help but want to scream–and wiggled frantically. It didn’t help but I couldn’t stop myself.

“There was another stroke, very close to the first, and though I thought it impossible, it was even worse than the first! A third came down and I thought for certain I would pass out. How could anyone endure such agony? I sobbed and moaned and wiggled, completely out of control.”

From Girlfriend by The Flogmaster.

See Also:

• Schoolgirl, Cane, Pussy
• Caning Block Agony
• Caned Over Blue Jeans
• Schoolgirl In Tears
• A School Girl Caning

Here are a couple of stills from the movie Love Camp 7:

From the summary: “Tough, non-fake belting is given by producer Bob Cresse himself to bare-naked actress Maria Lease.”

And you thought the haiku was bad:

My girl I do love her

But sometimes it is just
To smack her luscious bottom
Out of love and of lust
After her penance
I put her to bed
But not before
She has given me head

It goes on like that for close to 200 lines.

Here’s a list of “Porn-Ku” that includes this item:

I like to be spanked
blindfolded, restrained, made slave–
and that’s just foreplay!

Hey, nobody said it was a good haiku. Readers are invited to mail me better spanking haiku (that would be any), which will be duly posted. Type ’em if ya got ’em!

Here’s a nice tale of a girl and her idea for an interactive tattoo:

Let me start off with this statement. I like to be spanked. I have always like the feel of it and the warm after-glow of a good spanking on my butt cheeks. It didn’t take me long to convince my boyfriend to give me what I wanted and he even made a little paddle with holes in it (to add to the sting) to use on me when I was “bad”.

It was in looking at a magazine on Tattooing that I got the idea for a very special sort of tattoo. It was inspired by the comment by boyfriend made that he would give me a pair of rosy cheeks just before he gave me a very erotic session followed by some of the best sex I have ever had. It was a picture of a girl with a rose on her butt. If I could have two large, life sized, roses tattooed on my cheeks they might serve as ‘targets’ for spanking.

Then I got another idea. If I had them outlined in blue–they would look like ‘white roses’ on my butt and when he spanked me they would change into pink or red roses giving him added reason to give me the paddling I like so much.

And she goes through with it, too:

As I felt the needles I kept imagining all the spankings I would have in the future. It was a strange feeling — bending over in a tea shirt and thong while the roses went on. The colors were the least painful but by the time I saw them in the mirror I was stunned at how beautiful and erotic they made my rear end look.

I had to call my boyfriend that night to tell him all about my fantasy and the two ‘white’ roses. They healed well, but itched some. There was only a few problems with keeping them clean becase I couldn’t see what I was doing when I cleaned them and put on disinfectant. It wasn’t too easy sitting for three or four days at work. I had a hard time not telling everyone that I had roses on my butt! I did go out and buy a new thong bathing suit so I could show off my works of art in public (if I ever have the guts to do so). Still, the tattoo was much better than the other one I had done in the past.

When my boyfriend came in, I met him at the airport with a dress that had a full skirt and a thong, when we hugged he felt of my butt. I turned right around and raised my skirt to give him a flash of my rosey cheeks. That night he made them very red indeed! Now I am thinking or adding more roses to my collection–maybe I will turn my nipples into rosebuds? Who knows?

See Also:

• Cute Bunny-Spanking Tattoo
• Cute Spanking Tattoo
• The Marking Bikini
• Cropping The Tattooed Lady
• Nice Spanking Tattoo
• Spanking The Tattooed Lady
• Spanking Tattoo

One of my goals for this blog is to rescue little shards of spanking text from obscure corners of the web. There are innumerable little BDSM and spanking sites on the web, but each is small and little-linked-to. In this Google age, that means such are almost impossible to find, especially when they have to compete with stylish porn pages with carefully engineered key words and link structure. Since one of my hobbies is trolling the deep dark web that’s buried beneath the first three hundred search results for any query, it only makes since to share the spanking goodies that turn up down in those depths.

One such find is the little Christmas spanking story from which these paragraphs are borrowed:

She finally brought back the small square paddle that has smooth black leather on one side and a fur-like covering on the other. She then handed me the heavy strap, 14 inches long by 4 inches wide and attached to a wooden handle. It is a wicked, painful device that Mara mostly doesn’t like. I was a little surprised she selected it.

I sat on the chair and pulled my naked slave-girl over my lap so that her head and shoulders reached the side of the mattress. The position left her breasts free for pinching if I so chose. I started with my hand, carefully spreading the red hand marks evenly over her ass cheeks and then the backs of her thighs. I stopped often and fingered her pink parts, testing her reaction to the spanking. The hand spanking increased in intensity until my hand began to hurt. Regardless I kept at it for a while. When her wiggling slowed a bit I switched to the small paddle. Her wiggling immediately increased back to sadist-pleasing levels while my hand stopped stinging. Mara jumped even more when I hit the backs of her thighs with the hard leather. I confess I like it when it’s hard for her to take. I worked her over for about 10 more minutes, spreading the effect around until once again she began to go quiet on me.

I knew she was getting close to getting loopy so I changed to the big strap. I again started lightly but soon was popping her pretty good. I moved her from my lap to face down on the bed so I could have more room to swing the strap and hit my intended target. At this point it was “let the whipping REALLY begin!” The percussion of the strap smacking her ass literally rang in my ears and her whimpers and moans were a sweet melody. I kept the strokes rhythmic for the most part, stopping now and then to rub her red cheeks or stroke her clit.

Checking in with her I said, “Merry Christmas, slave-girl. Is there anything else you would like?”

I knew she was gone when she said, “I would like more, Sir.”

After that, the story gets romantic…or perhaps mushy, depending on your point of view.

This is an excerpt from the novel The Rutledge House Ladies by Lizbeth Dusseau:

“I think you’re drunk!” Robert caught his wife’s wrist as he rose from his chair.

“No, please, darling!” Her voluptuous body still oozed with an alluring charm, which normally delighted Robert German. But since he’d been fuming for nearly two hours, he was much too pissed to let sex get in the way of his plans.

“You’re driving drunk again after your license was suspended,” he reminded her with a lethal glare in his bronze eyes.

“No! I’m not drunk at all,” she swore pleadingly. “Just a glass of wine. Honest.”

“You’ve had a half-dozen if you’ve had one.” He pulled her toward the side of the room, opened one closet door in a long line of whitewashed cabinets, and withdrew a ten-inch paddle from its hook. Veronica immediately tried pulling away from his firm grasp of her hand.

“Honey, I’m sorry. It really wasn’t much.” Her worried eyes pleaded for mercy as she gazed at the dreadful thing. There were ten identical holes drilled through the thick surface making it the worst possible implement he could choose.

“Don’t even try. You’ve made me so angry, there’s no way you’re getting out of this.”

“But, darling, really,” she tugged more without results.

“Don’t fight me,” he said with a steely twist in his delivery. Returning to his chair, he sat at the edge of the seat and upended his wife over his lap. Her pale blue dress was short enough for the hem to ride up high on her fleshy thighs, nearly uncovering his target without any effort on his part. But holding her with a firm left hand at her waist, Robert completely bared her ass with one swipe of his right hand. Once her dress was over her hips, he had only to pull down her tiny black panties.

“Oh, please, darling…” She could sound so terribly desperate.

“It’s useless, babe, your bum’s gonna pay tonight.” He loved that term for the female derriere, just as he loved the look of a bright red behind once it had been vigorously punished. Veronica had a fine ass: round, dimpled at the top, its two broad and fleshy cheeks spread out nicely when she was lying over his lap. Often he could glimpse the sex pouch between her thighs. But now her legs were pressed together tightly as though they were locked in position. He chuckled under his breath knowing that would soon change.

With the paddle gripped tightly in his large palm, Robert raised it to shoulder height. “No!” she cried as the first strike smacked her naked rear. He kept on. “Ouch, no, no.” He was peppering her determinedly, with some strikes brisk and others slow. Some were hard, some harder still, and others deliberately lighter as though he were about to quit. By the time he reached the second round of ten, she was flailing, and crying, and gyrating so madly that he had to pause. “I can’t stand it, please.” Her desperate wail sounded so pitiful.

Veronica hated this paddle — no, hated was not a strong enough word. She loathed it, despised it, wished it off the face of the planet every time she was spanked with the damnable thing. Once she tried swiping it from the closet and disposing of it in the trash. When Robert discovered it there — as though he had some sixth sense clueing him in to her scheme (he never fooled with anything once it was in the dumpster), she got the paddling of her life. He could forgive a lot of things and others he let slide; but this overt rebellion was too deliberate a crime not to punish with a most befitting taste of that drilled wood.

“You can stand a lot more than you think,” Robert scolded. “I’m just getting started and we’re in for a long ride tonight.”

See Also:

• The Black Paddle
• School Room Paddlings
• Double Spanking
• Paddling A Schoolgirl
• Sorority Paddling Story

Debra Hyde at Pursed Lips is such a tease. She sends a yummy spanking stories link as a blogwarming present but she holds back the really good stuff, writing:

“I’ll leave my reddened butt photos for another day. Sharing those would be like sex on the first date.”

Harumph. Well, it wouldn’t do to be too forward I suppose. Thankfully she’s not irredeemably shy; she’s got a web journal with some eye-opening BDSM adventures here. Perhaps someday we’ll entice her to share her reddened butt photos, once we’ve been properly introduced and all.

From Trishymouse’s Journal:

Last night Christopher comes into my bedroom as I sit here in front of my computer. He takes two pillows and places them on the bed, then walks to the coat-tree and removes the cane and stands by my side…waiting. I pause my typing and ask, “What?!” and nervously smile up…way up…at him. He calmly stares at me, and I say, “I have to pee!” and scamper off…

I return, and ask, “What now?” “Get yourself comfortable.” “What are we doing?” “Just get yourself comfortable.” “What are you going to do? Don’t you think I should know?” “A bit of…” (what did he say now…?) “A bit of justice…”

Oh, dear…

I had allowed someone to use me at a recent event I attended alone without…asking. Christopher was not amused.

I bend over, he doesn’t warm me up…not really. Even the smaller strikes HURT. I make many ‘ouches’, and whimpers, and am asked “Why are you crossing your ankles?” and suddenly realize I am, not realizing before, and I respond, “To help cope?” Several tap, tap, taps of the cane, then sudden strikes…OH…MY…GOOOOD I think as I cry out. One strike where the tip land centered catches part of my inner thigh, where I am most sensitive and it’s what I imagine a red hot poker feeling like. I realize as I calm down seconds later, my ass is now warmed, and the next few strikes feel quite different than the first ones. I settle and relax more, and think to myself, “I could really get into an extended session like this…Mmmmmm….”

Mixed fetishes are so much fun. Here’s a kitty spanking for your viewing pleasure. It’s by Pixel and there’s some cool bondage furry art on the same page. As science fiction author Jerry Pournelle is fond of saying, you’ll like this if you like this sort of thing.

From The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang, Chapter 24: The Gathering Storm and the Unfolding Lotus, by Boccaccio:

On one memorable night George had commissioned Fatima to perform a belly dance for Ming-tsu and himself that had aroused them both to a fever pitch. But the scantily-clad dancer’s only reward for her efforts was that her luscious legs and athletic abdomen had been subjected to a blistering belly and thigh-switching. By the time they had delivered forty strokes — one for each of Ali Baba’s thieves, George had joked — Ming-tsu and George had reduced a pair of hard-nubbed birch switches — from one of the stately trees on George’s estate — to scarlet-stained shreds.

Fatima had been directed to remove the rest of her scanty garments then, revealing a tantalizing pair of dusky, dark-nippled breasts, and a swarthy triangle of curly pubic tendrils that embellished her private parts most attractively. George Chan had plundered that youthfully tight young pussy then, while Ming-tsu had offered him her delicious breasts to kiss and bite, as she stroked herself in time with his every vigorous thrust.

After George had consummated his lust, Ming-tsu had squatted above the face of the recumbent dark-eyed dancer. When the young houri had balked at inserting her tongue into Ming-tsu’s sensitive slit, Ming-tsu had stepped aside while George ordered the recalcitrant young beauty to pull her marvelously flexible legs up and back onto the wide pillow on which her flowing dark hair rested. Then, while Fatima had held onto her ankles (under threat of additional strokes), George and Ming-tsu had armed themselves with a pair of whippy canes cut from the tough bamboo that grew along the banks of the Yangtze. And they had taken turns applying the punishing rods to the delightfully uptilted buttocks and well-toned thighs of the young dancing girl, until she had screamed her readiness to comply with any of Ming-tsu’s carnal desires, no matter how perverse.

“Sometimes, she can be very reluctant to lend herself to the game what conceives well enough, it’s necessary to recognize it. My dear wife lends herself more or less gladly to the spanking. She has periods, if I dare to say that. It’s very evident that Annie isn’t all day long ready to play the submissive wive and ready to offer the buttocks to the punishment.”

…

“Sometimes, we quarrel and our somersaults know some brackets: knocks of cold on our libido! To seek a spanking is for her a means to terminate a sulkiness, a subtlety to revive the flame. ”

Found here.

An article by JJ, who wanted discipline spankings from her husband. The strategy in a nutshell: Soften him up with some good old “Surrendered Wife” treatment, followed by:

I went to him and said something like, “I need you to spank me. I need to be spanked because I did X, and I am sorry I did X. Your spanking me for this mistake would make me feel cherished and loved by you.” I tried to put it in the perspective of my needs in a positive way, and handed him a paddle.

To my surprise, he didn’t ridicule me or act hostile. Instead, he looked at me, said, “All right,” and spanked me. When he asked me at one point when he should stop, I said, “You decide when I’ve had enough.” So he paddled me a couple dozen more times (which I didn’t expect!), only really hard. I stayed bent over till he told me I was done, and that was truly my first disciplinary spanking. It really hurt, so of course I was pleased. It meant he was taking it seriously as discipline.

Hubby sounds like a pretty lucky man.

A tired blogging convention to be sure — I can hear people saying “That’s so two years ago!” — but it hardly seems fair to cruise along blogging up a storm in complete silence about the personality behind the anonymous blog. So for what it’s worth:

1) The nickname “SpankBoss” is arrant self-aggrandizement, as I am nobody’s boss but my own, and I haven’t spanked anybody lately.

2) I’m your fairly typical internet horndog — male, thirties, professionally self-employed, too fat, a little bit geeky, not as social as I’d like to be, and with too much time on my hands since the serious girlfriend (well, I was serious) got married to the older fatter fellow she found on ICQ. I guess he gave good keyboard.

3) Fetish is to sex like spice is to food. Spanking, bondage, power exchange, dominance and submission — it’s all big fun, but it’s no substitute for a solid loving relationship. Within one, it’s a damnably delicious condiment.

4) Why spanking? It’s hard to be successfully introspective about the things that make us hot. But if you’ll accept an armchair-psychology self-analysis, I think it’s a power-and-revenge thing. But that sounds…well, not worse, but perhaps more important, than it should? It’s no big deal. Rather, like most mild fetishes, it’s more of a vestigial thing, a left-over artifact of a bad adolescent decade. Like most guys who aren’t jocks or hunks, I was pretty frustrated as a young man, and got told “no” a lot, or (worse) ignored. Spanking a woman (in fantasy, against her will; in reality, with her consent) amounts to a spot of harmless payback. It’s sexually hot because when a woman is being spanked, she is, literally and symbolically speaking, in no position to say “no.” If she could (in fantasy), or would (in reality), it would have happened already. I guess you could say spanking liberates my inner mustache-twirling dastardly villain. All in good dirty fun of course.

5) I have an irrational aversion to internet chat. (See #2 above.) Voice of Foghorn Leghorn: “I say, that was a joke, son, a joke I say!”

That’ll do for a start.

Here’s a silly animated spanking in .gif format:

From spankoz.net:

Wife Says 4th of July Spanking OK

The complaint brought against John James Edyk of 183 North First Street in the Court of Special Sessions by his wife was dismissed today. Mrs. Emma Edyk changed her mind and said it was okay for him to spank her.

Mrs. Emma Edyk told the court through her lawyer, Mr. Spiro that it was okay for her husband to spank her. The punishment was not severe, neither was it cruel, and she says her husband acted within his rights. She desires to withdraw the complaint and will consent that he go free.

In the complaint filed, Mrs. Edyk’s lawyer Mr. Spiro said: “Mr. Edyk was celebrating Independence Day and came home feeling happy. Mrs Edyk remonstrated him because of his hilarity. At bedtime just after completing her nightly prayers and about to get into bed, she felt obligated to remonstrate him again about the evils of alcohol. Mr. Edyk then picked her up, sat on the edge of the bed and laying her face down across his lap began spanking in the old fashion way. The spanking was not severe but humiliating. Mrs Edyk had not been spanked in the old fashion was since she was a schoolgirl of seventeen.”

— Brooklyn Union Dispatch, July 7, 1902

…of an even more obviously fictional nature:

Finally, when he opened the door between the bath and the bedroom, he saw his wife bent over the edge of the bed with nothing on as he had ordered. Her perfectly rounded upturned cheeks were losing some of their redness now, but they were still quite pink, causing his erection to swell to mammoth proportions.

“Spread your legs, Brianna,” he ordered calmly as he stood behind her, “and hold your bottom higher.”

Brianna shivered, thinking he was going to use the belt on her, but she did as he told her, parting her legs and pushing her cheeks higher into the air exposing the soft blond curls covering her sex.

“Good girl,” Michael told her as her plunged his manhood into her, causing her to moan loudly. “Michael, you’re hurting me,” she complained. Michael halted and leaned over her placing his mouth close to her ear and slipping his hands underneath her breast feeling her nipples respond immediately to his touch. “Would you rather that I pulled out of you and took you across my knee?” he asked. Michael’s eyes widened as he felt her tighten around him, squeezing his cock.

“No, please Michael I don’t want another spanking,” she told him, as she began to work back and forth against him. Not able to hold back any longer, he exploded inside her with a force he had never known before.

From Michael’s Bride, author unknown.

See Also:

• The Return Of "Should Wives Be Spanked?"
• Wife Spanking And Regular Sex
• Bondage, Spanking, And Sex
• A Little Spanking And Some Rough Sex
• Sex & Marriage Advice For Vanillas

Here’s an awesome gallery of “beaten anime” cartoon spanking pictures like this one:

Spank George Bush [link died]

Spank J-Lo’s Ass

Celebrate Bush!

The first of many:

“Take it all, bitch.” His voice is a hoarse moan as he starts to roughly fuck my mouth.

I’m squirming and squealing and trying to get away. The gagging and the pain from his thick cock being shoved so far down my throat making my eyes water and before long I’m crying. I panic as he shoves it deep and then holds. My lungs start to burn with need to breathe. I can’t stop myself from clawing at him with what little range I have with my belted hands. I draw blood from his thigh and he lets up enough to let me gasp for air.

I drink it in great gulps as he pulls me up from his strangling cock. “You drew blood. I was just having fun before, but now you’ve drawn blood.” He pulls me across his lap, that fleshy tree trunk scraping down the length of my body until it comes to press right into the soft patch of brown fur that covers my pussy.

I lay there bent over his lap like a schoolgirl waiting for her punishment. His hand is like steel as he takes his first swat at my creamy white heart-shaped bottom. The impact not only almost sends me sailing off his lap, but pushes my outer labia around the head of his cock. I squirm as he readies the next blow. It falls harder than the first, and his other hand grips my waist. “Little bitch, you know you deserve this!”

“Please! Stop! I’ll do whatever you want!” I say in an attempt to get out of what I think is about to happen, but his only answer is a deep chuckle and another stinging blow to my backside. I feel my little clit swelling against the rubbing of his cock head. Every blow sending me bucking into that small apple sized head until I feel the pre-cum starting to wet my clit.

I’m kicking now, trying to get away, screaming and crying as I struggle on his lap and he laughs at me. “Call me anything you like, slut. I’m going to spank you until I’m through with you.”

My bottom is burning and quite red as I feel my pussy wetly sucking at the head of his cock as I buck into it with each smack of his huge hand. In between blows which are sometimes maddeningly slow, I find myself grinding against that delicious hard pole. “Horny little bitch, you like this, don’t you?”

“No! Let me go! Stop this you fucking bastard!” I scream and cry as I keep trying to get away from him.

“Say it! Say that you like it, slut! Tell me and maybe I’ll stop,” He laughed again. “Then again, maybe I won’t.”

I sob against his leg and whimper, “Yes! I like it! Oh god, yes! Now stop!”

He laughs and sends a flurry of swats to my behind….

From “A Rude Awakening: My Spanking Fantasy” by Succubus.

See Also:

• Spanking And Submission
• Belt Spanking Plus Blowjobs For Everybody
• Failing French Class The Hard Way
• Two Blowjobs And A Belt
• Spanking For The Blowjobs

Here’s a nicely charged “spanking banter” exchange from a 1991 Robin Hood movie, in which the dread outlaw Robin is flirting with Maid Marian:

lashing.wav

See Also:

• Whipped Coed
• Tongue Lashing
• A Vicious Pussy Lashing
• Punished With A Quirt
• Robin Hood Spanking Maid Marian

The plan here is to mix blogging about spanking (to the extent I get inspired, or find topical material to link to) with links to spanking stories and quality spanking sites. If you know of good spanking stories on the web, by all means please email me the links. To get you warmed up, here’s an excerpt from John Norman’s Captives of Gor. I think I found this in the left bar at Spank Slaves, but it’s not there any more except as a shorter excerpt on one of the archives pages:

“You will go to her,” I told the slave. “You will then ask her to give you ten switches. You will then ask for your duties of the day.”

Ilene looked at me, protest in her eyes. Then, fear and tears came into her eyes and she sprang up.

She ran to the girl.

“I asked for you to be sold in Port Kar,” she said.

“Aren’t you a pretty little slave with the master,” said the red-haired girl.

Ilene trembled.

“And what did he say?” she asked.

“I am to ask for ten switches, and then for my duties for the day.” said Ilene.

“I see,” said the red-haired girl.

Ilene stood before her.

“Remove your garment, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl.

Ilene did so.

“Go to that tree,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a slender-trunked tree at the edge of the camp clearing. Ilene went to it. “Hold to that branch, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a branch over Ilene’s head. Tears in her eyes Ilene grasped it.

There was the swift hiss of the switch and then the slap of its strike.

Ilene screamed with pain and fell, releasing the branch. She clutched the base of the tree’s trunk. She looked over her shoulder at the red-haired girl. “Please,” she wept.

“Hold the branch, pretty little slave,” said the red-haired girl, not much pleased with her.

Ilene regarded her with horror.

I strode to the tree and, with two short lengths of binding fiber, tied Ilene’s wrists to the branch.

She was weeping in pain.

“Let me beat her,” said the blond girl, one of the panther girls, in her ankle ring.

The red-haired girl went swiftly to the girl who had spoken and struck her twice. The blond girl, tears in her eyes, shrank back in the coffle, shoulder stinging, and hid herself among the other girls.

The red-haired girl then strode to Ilene.

The Earth girl must now endure nine strokes. The red-haired girl was excellent with the switch. She knew well how to beat a slave.

Ilene would not soon forget her beating.

It took more than two Ehn to deliver the next five strokes. Ilene did not know when, or where on her body, they would fall. She would stand there, her wrists bound over her head, apart, on the branch, waiting. Then suddenly there would be the hiss, and, somewhere on her body, the swift, lashing fall of the switch.

The red-haired girl had handled the psychological dimension of the beating beautifully.

Even when she was not being struck Ilene would sometimes cry out. “No! Don’t hit me!” Sometimes, waiting, unstruck, she would cry out as though she had been struck. She jerked, trying to free her wrists. She twisted helplessly, but could not free herself. Then, shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. She, of course, as a slave girl, would receive none.

Be silent, Slave,” said the red-haired girl.

“Yes, Mistress,” wept Ilene.

“Suppose,” said the red-haired girl to the slave, “it was not a switch, but the five-strap Gorean slave whip?”

Ilene closed her eyes.

“Suppose,” said the red-haired girl, “it was not I who disciplined you, but, with such a whip, a male.”

“Yes, Mistress,” wept Ilene, her head down.

“Rejoice,” said the red-haired girl, “that you are only switched, and by a woman.”

“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Ilene, her face stained with tears. The red-haired girl had thrown Ilene’s long dark hair forward, that it not provide any shielding from the switch.

There were now six stripes on her body, from her ankles to the back of her neck. They were slender and red. Each was well placed. Spreading from each stripe there was a redness of pain. She clenched her fists in her bonds. Now her entire back burned scarlet.

The panther girls, in their chains, laughed. They enjoyed seeing the pretty Earth-girl slave beaten.

I nodded to the red-haired girl. Swiftly, across the back, in rapid succession, she delivered Ilene’s last four stinging stripes.

I then unfastened her wrists from the branch.

She was bent over with pain. I picked up the bit of yellow silk and threw it to her. She caught it, and held it before her body.

“It is you,” I told her,” “who will be sold in Port Kar.”

See Also:

• Chained And Switched
• Switching The Farmer's Daughter
• It Can Be Switching Time Now
• A Quick Switching
• Switched In The Woods

If you are here, you probably know that a warm bottom, like pretty girls and kittens, needs no excuse. But to get things started, here’s what a blogger named Sticky Kitty said about why she liked getting spanked:

Very simple: It feels so nice on my bottom.

I like the ones that “thud” right in the middle of my ass.. very close to certain sensitive areas. That’s what it feels like… a “thuddy” feeling. Its the kind of strategic smack that stimulates you from the inside out. Its like a resonating inside my body, kind of like when you hit the body of an acoustic guitar. Its hollow and deep, and causes a vibration in the strings.

Via Eros Blog, a sex blog that has spanking items fairly frequently.