Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Hmm, this is a spanking blog, I guess I should mention it when other bloggers having spanking stories to share. It seems Michelle copped a ‘tude with Michael…during sex. First she got a lecture, and then:

I pulled out, made her get down off the bed, kneel on the floor. Spanked her hard for a little bit, then got annoyed and sent her to the kitchen on her knees to fetch a wooden spoon.

She brought one back – biggest one there – took her awhile – figure she took some time to sulk – and I used it on her, hard. Left a few marks, and about halfway through I could hear the change in her voice – that was pretty satisfying. She started off pretty much sounding “yeah, whatever”, but I guess I changed that.

I still think their blog is one of the hottest sex blogs around.

I just stumbled over a very hot little story called “Threads” over at Clean Sheets. It’s not really a spanking story overall, but a wooden spoon does get put to good use. There’s no way to do a fair excerpt, just go read it. At one point the lady says “That’s the most sadistic thing I’ve ever heard” — and she has a point.

Here’s a neat little story about two loving sisters:

Michele broke the silence, “Janey, you’ve been flaunting your tits since tenth grade. We’ll see how proud they make you now.” She ordered Brandi and Morena to attach a clothespin to each nipple. Initially, I thought nothing of it. After all, how much could clothespins hurt? After several minutes, however, I was moaning as they nastily bit my flesh.

“Everyone grab a whip,” barked Michele. The girls jumped to the pile and selected their favorites. Keri wanted to go first, but Michele informed her that they would whip me together, as a team. I shut my eyes tightly and prepared for the worst. I’d never felt the sting of a whip.

Feet shuffled about. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes to see who stood where, but I felt them all around me. The first crack struck me across my stomach. I screamed and was reminded of my bondage as I pulled tightly on the ropes. “I warned you about noise,” Michele piped in, “One more sound and you’ll get the ball gag.” The second blow landed across my right breast. Its force jiggled the clothespin, sending new pain through my chest. My scream was louder than the first.

Without a word, Michele forced a small rubber ball into my mouth and buckled its leather strap behind my head. I shouted profanely at her, but my screams turned to muffled tones. The gag stretched my jaw, and saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. It was horrible.

The whipping continued. Sometimes the lashes came one at a time, but often they came in bunches. My flesh was on fire. My breasts, stomach and thighs were covered with redness. There was something cruelly beautiful about the thin red lines drawn onto my skin. My nipples, almost numb to the pain on the clips, betrayed my fear and excitement. They throbbed in unison with my sex. I couldn’t believe how turned on they were making me. I never expected these feelings.

Brandi dropped her whip to the floor, stripped off her clothing and crawled next to me. She was so pretty. Never had I imagined that our naked bodies would be this close. She playfully flicked the clothespin on my nipple sending painful shivers through me. The moment became a blur, and, before I knew it, the others were naked as well…

From Sister’s Revenge by RopeBinder.

See Also:

• Lesbian Tree Whipping
• German Whippings
• Spanking Night At The Sorority
• Whipping Post Artwork
• Please Put Down The Whip

Apologies in advance to those who find this image too graphic. Loic Dubigeon is a fetish artist whose peculiar focus appears to be BDSM and sex scenes involving already whipped women. Every drawing I’ve ever seen by this artist involves a heavily welted female bottom, and this one is no exception:

And who the hell is Brian Tarsis, you may ask? I know of him as an excellent bondage illustrator going way way back, but it turns out he also does spanking illustrations. His classic stuff is very very nice indeed, and his newer art, although much less detailed, is also quite hot, and more likely to be in color. He’s got a gallery here and a bio here, which sort of doubles as a thumbnail history of some of the major bondage publishers of the last twenty years. Worth a visit.

A picture at Carly’s Whipped Ass gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Kiss it better”. Go see. And thanks to Spank Slaves Spanking TGP for the link.

Here’s a cute bit of spanking fluff involving Sister Domina and her ruler, and her urgent fingers, and so forth, written by “Saphho Smith” [link gone defunct]:

What is it about nuns? We all know men perve them, but then again, we all know the rumour; they all became nuns because they wanted to have lots and lots of wild and wanton lesbian sex. Well why else would you want to closet yourself up in a women only space for your entire life, vowing never, ever to have sex again. Is there a disclaimer to that clause, I wonder? How do they define sex? Penetration? What?

I was, of course, a convent schoolgirl – picture me lusciously and voluptuously sporting a baby doll gymslip. Sister Dominica was quite young, thinking back, although at age sweet sixteen, a woman in her twenties was most definitely an Older Woman. I had been daydreaming in class – I had a crush on Sister Dominica. But then, in those days I had a crush on any woman who was nice to me, and if she happened to teach English as well, my hormones raced to fever pitch on the spot. The G-spot.

“Sappho pay attention!” came the command. I blushed. What would she say if she knew what I’d been thinking at that very moment? She gave me a hard look and quietly informed me I’d be in detention that afternoon. I was thrilled! Time alone with my idol, what a pleasure! I spent the rest of that period fantasizing at full speed about all possible seduction scenarios.

The final bell rang and I sat quietly at the back of the classroom, waiting. Sister Dominica continued marking for what seemed like an eternity before looking up and clearing her throat. “So, Sappho, you don’t feel the need to listen to me in class?” I stuttered � she continued, “Well you’ll just have to pay attention to me now! Come here girl!”

I walked about 10 000kms to the front of the classroom, she stood up slowly, adjusting her habit. She locked the door and drew the blinds, “Sappho, you need to learn a lesson – this is for your own good. Bend over the desk and lift your skirt above your waist.”

Sister Dominica took a ruler to her hand and before I could say three Hail Mary’s, she had whacked me on the arse. I stayed bent over the desk, not knowing what to do next. Was I to stand up and rearrange my skirt and walk demurely back to my desk? Was I to apologise, or did she expect me to bring on the tear brigade?

I was soon to find out it would be none of that. I could feel some movement from behind and her fumbling fingers found there way inside my panties and right into my cunt. Oh m’god she was penetrating me from behind. My cunt was so open for her from bending over like that. Her left hand was firmly flattened over my mouth as she fucked me with her other hand. She finger fucked me as if in a frenzy; like there was no tomorrow. As hard as I tried to remove her hand from my mouth (note not from my pussy) she was far too strong for little sixteen year old me. My body started shaking in sheer orgasmic pleasure.

After that, she spanked my arse lightly and pulled down my skirt. “Off you go then Sappho, and I’ll see you in detention tomorrow after class. That is, if you’re going to be daydreaming in class again?” She had a wicked grin on her face. Damn right I was going to demand detention the following day!

I would never forget Sister Dominica the dominatrix as long as I lived.

I’ve linked before to silly Flash games that let you spank various deserving celebrities. Here are a few more:

Spank Anna Kournikova with a fish

Spank Britney Spears with a fish

Spank Billie with a fish

Enjoy!

This doesn’t sound as fun as it apparently was:

I should explain now that Dave is a sadist. He had made it very clear from the beginning that our encounters would not be of the fur-lined handcuff and pretty satin blindfold variety. He wanted to humiliate me, hurt me, and make me cry. And I wanted him to.

Dave pulled a new, broad-bowled wooden spoon from his bag and told me to lie on the bed. He slapped my ass with it a couple times, then whacked me hard enough that I burst immediately into shocked tears. He hit me again. And again. I sobbed and slid off the bed, cowering and begging. He asked gently if I was ok, and when I nodded he growled at me to get back on the goddamned bed.

…

I returned to the bed and Dave added more large bruises to my ass as I wept into a pillow. He made me roll over, and without undressing, he pulled his cock through his fly and jerked off onto my face. I washed up afterwards, then he kissed me deeply and went back to work. I still have the photo diary I took of the thick black bruises on my ass which took over two weeks to disappear.

To someone who isn’t wired the way I am, that probably sounds horrific. In truth, it was wonderful….

Thanks to the always interesting Dirty Whore for sharing her experiences.

Here’s a hot doctor / nurse spanking illustration:

Image courtesy of IV Sex: Medical Fetish.

See Also:

• Medical Spanking
• Another Spanked Nurse
• A Careless Nurse's Slipper Punishment

I stumbled over this site of recorded conversations from tapped phones. It looks like there are at least two phone calls about spankings. Unfortunately all the files are in RealAudio format. This is a problem for me because RealPlayer is spyware, and crashes when my firewall software refuses to let it phone home. Does anybody know of a freeware utility that can play RealAudio files in Windows without demanding internet access?

Here is a public spanking panorama picture from Burning Man. It’s 22 inches wide so be prepared to scroll.

If so, here are some tips to get started: Danielle Smith’s “Writing and Marketing the Spanking Story“.

I am not making this up, although I’m sure someone did. I stumbled over a Russian-language page devoted to old propaganda pictures of a prurient nature, including this “photograph” of Leon Trotsky conducting a public whipping. The Soviets practically invented the concept of “fun with Photoshop” — only they did it with scissors and paste and paintbrushes and photographic negatives. Impossible to say whether this image is a modern whimsy or a Soviet relic:

A memorable image regardless.

Update: Here’s the picture it was photoshopped from.

Here’s an article entitled “The Birch Rod.” Although it’s got some interesting birching trivia, I link to it here because of its amusing disclaimer, which begins:

“This article is neither about BDSM nor pornography.”

When I saw this line, my immediate reaction was to think of the the old Woody Allen quip. You know the one, it went something like this: “What? You don’t think sex is dirty? You must not be doing it right!“

Speaking of ancient punishments, did you notice the whippings in that old text Bacchus linked to, called The Female Husband? After this woman was tried for marrying another woman, and supposedly posing as a man through the effective use of “something of too vile, wicked and scandalous a nature”, this was her sentence:

The prisoner having been convicted of this base and scandalous crime, was by the court sentenced to be publickly and severely whipt four several times, in, four market towns within the county of Somerset, to wit, once in each market town, and to be imprisoned, &c.

These whippings she has accordingly undergone, and very severely have they been inflicted, insomuch, that those persons who have more regard to beauty than to justice, could not refrain from exerting some pity toward her, when they saw so lovely a skin scarified with rods, in such a manner that her back was almost flead; yet so little effect had the smart or shame of this punishment on the person who underwent it, that the very evening she had suffered the first whipping, she offered the gaoler money, to procure her a young girl to satisfy her most monstrous and unnatural desires.

Here’s an old whipping illustration, looks like it might have come from an old bookplate or illustration from ancient pornography. Classical theme, perhaps a slavegirl being punished? Check out that sly glans flare to the top of the column the girl is tied to:

In any case, I swiped it from Darkalities.

Here’s a little public spanking gone too far:

Woman Denies Public Sex Charges

A woman that police say was found in a public park engaged in rough sexual foreplay is denying the charges and says the incident has been blown out of proportion.

Prestonsburg police say they found Melissa Coleman of Pike County and Anthony Scott Ward of Ohio in a compromising position last week in Archer Park.

Police say Coleman was bound to a picnic table with leather straps and was being spanked by Ward with a boat oar.

A park representative says, “They were about 1,000 feet from the playground and the softball fields were not in use. You know we hate that this happened but we can’t always stop these kinds of things.”

Coleman was an outpatient therapist at Mountain Comprehensive Care but has since lost her job.

Coleman and Ward have been charged with disorderly conduct. Coleman is expected in court August 18th for a pretrial hearing.

With a boat oar? OUCH!

Thanks to Attu for the link.

The scale is all wrong on this picture. If that’s a hand mark, the fellow was a giant:

But it doesn’t really look like photoshop work. Who knows?

Here’s a spanking story that reads like it was written by a fan of the Marquis de Sade. Not in the specifics so much, but in the fascination for large round numbers and mass spectacles. For the Marquis, one woman wasn’t good literature. Every scene need six prostitutes, eight schoolgirls, fourteen carefully planned humiliations, sixty round strokes with the bundle of seven rods. You get the idea.

This story is like that. A school caning goes badly wrong, and the lawyers get involved, and before you know it half the school is lined up in the auditorium getting caned by the other half, forty rousing strokes each. Wow, the sheer effort of it all!

Mrs. Wicker pulled out a list from her pocket. Mrs. Sinclair had typed it up last night. On it were the names of all involved arranged in an alphabetical order. Mrs. Wicker felt a pang of sorrow for poor Mrs. Sinclair. Her name was fifth from the bottom, so that meant that she would have to stand with hands on head through four canings with her blistered bottom on display to the entire assembly. Mrs. Wicker began as Mrs. Sinclair had dictated. She lectured for twenty long minutes on the importance of honesty in both school and out in the “real world.” She then read off the entire list of names and announced the sentences for each person. All throughout the speech and the calling out, the twelve prefects and the three older women had to stand still with their hands on their heads and display their naked and unpunished bottoms to the entire assembly.

Mrs. Wicker than began the punishments. Three prefects were called before Mrs. Wicker read off the name, Jessica Fielding. The three previous girls were still hopping from one foot to the next in a vain attempt to cool their chastised bare bottoms. Mrs. Wicker took the phrase, “applied without mercy,” to heart. She had delivered vicious strokes to the bared bums of the prefects. Even with only twelve strokes, there were weals that had broken open and were bleeding slightly. Since the girls had to keep their hands on their heads, there was no opportunity to soothe their fiery backsides. That was, of course, the point of remaining in that position. All of them had been sternly warned by Mrs. Wicker that if their hands left the tops of their heads, they would be forced back into position and given their original sentence all over again.

Mrs. Fielding fared much worse than the prefects. The cane was applied with even more force. Mrs. Wicker actually stepped back after every strike so she could step into the next stroke and deliver much more force to the blow. It was obvious by this time to the assembly that classes for the entire day would be canceled because of both the large number being caned and because of the fifteen second wait between each stroke of the cane. It was certainly going to take most of the day to deliver all of the canings.

When Mrs. Wicker applied the fortieth and final stroke to Mrs. Fielding, she had the enormous satisfaction of seeing the bawling woman jump up and down for two minutes before she had calmed sufficiently to take her place in the line of shame….

From A Fair and Just Response by Anne.

See Also:

• Two Canings And A Cropping
• Assume The Position!
• Punished Girls Holding Canes
• Caning Of British Military Women
• Three Bad Girls