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Here’s a little woodland Sapphic spanking fun from the good old days:

See Also:

• A Vintage Beating (With A Stick)
• Girls School Lesbians, Punished
• Vintage Lesbian Spanking
• Switched In The Woods
• Lesbian Flogging

Here’s an amusing nautical whimsy to lighten the mood after the recent unpleasantness:

DW is grumpy today. However, unlike most grumpy women, she has a plan for the proper treatment of such:

I have a recurring fantasy of sulking in bed and having my lover come in as he chooses, hold me down, and fuck me hard, leaving his cum dripping out of my ass or pussy. If I start to grumble or talk back, he’d shove his cock or a gag in my mouth, tie me down, and cane my smooth white ass until it was raised in welts and I had something legitimate to complain about. He’d leave me there to sleep, bound, sore, dripping, until he was hard and ready to take me again. None of it would be about my physical pleasure, only his.

A sure way to banish all grumpiness from the household!

It’s a common practice on this blog for me to link to a spanking story elsewhere on the internet with a few words of commentary (usually positive) and a short quote from the story. Credit to the author is always given when the author is known.

This practice respects copyright law (under the doctrine of fair use for the purpose of commentary) so long as the quoted portion is small in proportion to the overall work. More to the point, most authors of non-commercial spanking fiction are delighted by the attention and the traffic. In the rare case where an author is not pleased, I’m always happy to remove the quoted matter upon request, despite my legal right to use such material. Such removal upon request constitutes simple courtesy to the author.

Unfortunately, courtesy is in short supply these days. My good mood was considerably dampened by the receipt of a letter regarding a small excerpt from a long and excellent spanking story, referenced on this blog last May. The story author wrote and in the rudest terms accused me of theft, suggested that I should abandon this blog enterprise in favor of writing my own original stories, and intimated that people like me were making her stop writing stories. She also demanded that I remove the story quote.

Of course, that request was immediately complied with.

Update: Originally I had a short quote from the author’s email above. She has now written back demanding that I remove all links to her, mentions of her, and all emails from her from my site. She was also aggrieved, somewhat contradictorily, because I had edited her email by excluding the paragraph that identified her and her story and that included the first part of her complaint about my use of her materials without permission. In any case, I’ve honored her request to the extent of removing the actual text of her email. This discussion, and the original post (with links, but sans quote) will remain. Her desire not to “be associated” with this site doesn’t give her the right not to be mentioned, not after she sends me rude emails.

Let me be completely clear about my linking policy. Links are the blood and sinew of the internet, and breaking them is vandalism. I don’t remove links upon request, especially if the request is rude. If you own something and put it on the public internet, you don’t get to decide who links to you. If you don’t want links, remove your resource, or don’t put it up in the first place.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Mike and Michelle, in addition to knowing the highest and best use for frosting, had some spanking fun again the other day:

This afternoon Mike and I rented the extended version of the Two Towers. Yep, geeks. Whatever. I was baking a cake, so half an hour into the movie I had to go take it out of the oven. Then, of course, once the cake was cooled, I had to go ice it. Mike kept telling me to leave it til the movie was over, but I’m all for instant gratification and I wanted cake, so….

This annoyed my Master. He told me in no uncertain terms (did you hear that audio blog below? Yes, his voice can be very firm) that when the movie was over, I was to be punished. Then we put icing on my nipples and he licked it off.

…

I got up to go take a shower, seeing as we’d had a very sweaty lovemaking session this morning, not to mention my boobs were still a bit sticky from that frosting. As I walked by Mike, he grabbed both my wrists, pushed me down quite roughly across his knees, and spanked. Thoroughly spanked. I struggled against his hands — his left hand was holding both of my wrists behind my back, while his right came down repeatedly on my sore, reddened ass. His fingers dug into my wrists and he told me to “stop now, or you will not get any mercy from me”. I stopped and he picked up a ruler from the table in front of us. I was very vocal in protesting its use, but do you think that stopped him? Of course it didn’t stop him. He actually laughed when I begged him to stop.

It was only when he was satisfied that he let me go, to the shower.

I hate cold showers.

I hate being cold, at all. So you can imagine my dislike of the fact that I had to have the water on nearly freezing to soothe my burning flesh.

I got out of the shower, wet and shivering, my hair dripping freezing-cold water down my back– euuugh. Mike said something facetious to me on the subject of drowned rats, and I snapped back. Yes, I get GRUMPY if I’m cold.

Oh, and in case you were wondering: snapping? Not the best of all ideas when your boyfriend is in a Dom mood. Before the last word had left my lips he was across the room, my towel was ripped from my body, and I was lying, face down, on the bed. He left my wrists untied, unrestrained — his words can be enough to hold me. His words, and my will. He used a wooden spoon this time, and welts rose on my skin. It was all I could do to keep my hands above my head where he ordered me to leave them — but I did it.

Here’s a pastoral spanking scene by artist Helga Bode:

I should have used it as an illustration for this story.

An alert reader sent along the link to this page on Tantra Spanking:

Tantra spanking involves the rhythmic application of assertive slaps or strokes to the bare buttocks in a physical meditative mantra. The buttocks constitute one root of physical being and, not coincidentally, are best suited to Transference and Transformation mantras - the ability to receive, absorb and transform.

Spanking involves the repeated transmission of pain, sting and redness to the buttocks. Strive to overcome limitations of self-reserve by spanking with deliberate firmness. Simply put, the spanker should adopt the mindset of striving to “take it out on” the spankee’s buttocks. Conversely, the spankee willingly embraces the transformed energy by the Pain-Pleasure Response.

Needless to say, it’s possible someone’s tongue was firmly in cheek when they put this together.

Here’s another nurse getting a bright red bottom in the name of “extra training”:

Thanks to IV Sex: Medical Fetish for the picture.

See Also:

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

I described a while back the fun I had with my too-distant inamorata, when she first began to grow concerned about the total of all the bratty impertinences I have been recording in my little book. Given the tally of days and phone calls remaining until we can visit (and begin to clear accounts), she’s right to be apprehensive.

So the day after that last post, she sends me pictures of her playing with her clothespins. Of course I immediately ask if I can post one to illustrate my tale here on the blog. She assured me in horrified tones that none of you would be the least bit interested in the pictures. I laughed at this. Conversation continued.

So, too, did impertinences. She’s particularly fond of saying “Shut up!” when being teased. A painful habit, I’m assuring her. Offenses continued to mount. She began to bargain more vigorously. Specifically, she began to inquire what she would have to do to reduce her recorded total of accumulated offenses.

Well, my loyal and faithful readers, I was standing ready with an idea. Sacrificing my own fun for your benefit, I offered a modest decrement in exchange for photographic publication rights to a single picture. She, predictably, was horrified. Outraged! Scandalized! What kind of girl did I think she was? (Well, perhaps I exaggerate a smidge.) Anyway, it quickly became clear: her real objection was that the modest decrement on offer was too modest. She counter-offered with a much larger number. Too large. My reel began to spin and the line spooled out swiftly.

To make a long story short, after days of entertaining dickering we reached a compromise. Her first and largest recorded offense is now erased, and all my fun forwent, so that I might bring you this lovely picture:

I hope you all appreciate the sacrifices I make for you, my loyal readers. {grin}

Here’s a goodie for the fellows who like to be on the receiving end. Writes total_girlpower@yahoo.com:

He did something for which he apologised. I
told him that was not good enough and that he should be whipped. His
mistake was agreeing. So off to the woods, and I did it the old-fashioned slave days way.

He was naked tied with his arms and legs
spread out. My best friend came along and doubted I would do and that
I showed no mercy. I used a three-foot quirt on his backside for one hour. When I was finished, he was on his knees whimpering. It was the best
rush I ever had.

Later I made him perform, and he was the
best. After that, he gave me a back rub because I was sore from the
whip workout. He was hard at first when I tied him up. However, I beat him
limp. Talk about power.

All men should be whipped to show who is
boss. The Spartans whipped their men once a year with girlfriends and
wives watching and they were naked. I would suggest whipping men for
all kinds of things: adulterous thoughts; staring at women and girls
wrongly and premature ejaculation.

But this is not that sort of blog. So, in the interests of turnabout (and because total_girlpower isn’t here to be turned about over a knee while she gets her bottom emblazoned with the marks of her own quirt) what’s the equivalent list for women?

“I would suggest whipping women for all kinds of things: ____, ____, ____….”

Help me fill in the blanks. Suggestions?

Katy from Captive Heart likes the “reasons for whipping” list below, proposing by email that it be modified only slightly for women:

“I would suggest whipping women for all kinds of things: adulterous thoughts, staring at a man’s cock, and taking too long to orgasm!”

(Or maybe, I just like to be whipped….)

Thanks, Katy!

Mike and Michelle are at it again!

She said:

“…I can barely sit because Mike smacked the ass off me this evening.”

He said:

“Chelle and I played a bit today - me catching her playing with herself without my permission. It can be very fun, very intense.

Her ass ended up very reddened, though it was her own fault. She sulked a bit,
which got me going more, and well, a very very sore bottom resulted.

Can anybody think of a better way to deal with sulky girlfriends? No? I thought not.

I love this picture because both parties are clearly having so much fun:

I have reason to suspect it’s a promotional still from a movie. Does anyone recognize the movie? I’ll bet it’s a fun one.

Update: Thanks to all three people who wrote to tell me this is from a 1975 British film called “The Ups And Downs Of A Handyman“.

Thanks to Gary Switch for sending along a link to The Spencer Spanking Plan, that notorious 1930s progressive document for the scientific adjustment of marital difficulties. Of course I can’t approve of it wholeheartedly, as it lines husbands up for their fair share of domestic discipline. (I’m all about the delicious double standard that spares my pristine buttocks and reddens hers.) Still, for all that The Plan is a kinky blueprint masquerading as scientific sociology, it honestly pegs several of the benefits that one still hears domestic discipline aficionados describing today:

Just what is a modern spanking or whipping?

It is a product of today — an act of discipline given under carefully defined and controlled conditions. Brutality is entirely foreign to the idea. Revenge, oppression, force, and violence are all frowned upon and do not enter into the Plan in any way. The idea of a modern spanking is to administer punishment when it is needed — then make up and forget the whole incident.

In this way, every disagreement is effectively closed before it has time to ferment into serious discord — to grow into hatred or an indifference which even a great crisis may not be able to heal. The couple that has every difference out when it arises is not likely to build up an antagonism that can be settled only in the divorce courts.

Also, should modern spankings and whippings be administered, they tend to improve dispositions, increase domestic happiness, create a much more desirable spirit of unselfishness, and eliminate much other unpleasantness.

If you have foolishly been failing to stop by The Collar Purple on a daily and religious basis, you will have missed the fact that Invidia has been doing a lot of excellent spanking art lately. And The Boss has been compiling quite a collection of his nifty 55-word spanking nanofiction stories. Here’s an example of Invidia’s latest art (look for the 11.09.03 entry):

Yummy stuff, I tell you.

From the way this old Bob Bishop illustration is posed, it’s a little hard to say what this poor girl has in store for her. Obviously the cane - but is he going for the helpless soles of her feet, or the more traditional (not to mention well-displayed) target?

I’m guessing this is the full meal deal slavegirl fantasy: bastinado in a tropical dungeon, followed by much limping about and eagerness-to-please.

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the artwork.

See Also:

• Caning Her Toes, Caning Her Tender Bits
• Bastinado Artwork

Here’s an excerpt from a fun little spanking story that’s also got some stern lecturing in it, for those of you who enjoy that sort of thing:

The Duke spanked her with his hand until she was sobbing aloud, and then seized a leather strap, both wider and thicker than his belt. Its blazing kiss across her reddened buttocks made her sing her agony loudly into the covers of the bed, grateful to be able to muffle her cries somewhat.

The strap fell again and again on her defenseless bottom, its impact loud in her ears, the pain of each stroke like a burning brand to her flesh. The Duke strapped her long and very soundly, while she sobbed and cried and screamed and wailed in despair. She was breathless with sobbing, disbelieving how much her bottom hurt, her thighs quivering with strain.

And then he punished her thighs too! She shrieked at this horrible new sensation, begging desperately in her mind for it to stop. But she did not beg aloud. She had asked for this with her own words, and she would not ask for its ending. She held her position over the foot of the bed valiantly, though her body trembles and she could not help the way her hips wriggled as if to ward off the blows, and her feet stamped the floor a little as though to try to shake of the burning pain.

The strap paused in its ministrations until the Duke spread her legs a bit further, and then Felicity let out a bloodcurdling shriek as she felt its stinging kiss on her sex. The strap smacked the pouting lips of her vagina over and over, not as hard as it had struck her buttocks and thighs,but hard enough so that it stung terribly, and she longed to close her legs.

From Felicity by Heather.

Here’s another one of those spanking publicity photos from the old movies. The actress is Rita Moreno, from the 1956 Paramount film “The Vagabond King.”

How come nobody makes movies like this these days?

Here’s a parody of a cartoon strip that was never this interesting:

I’m starting to think this spanking blog idea of mine doesn’t suck. The more new ones spring up, the better I like it. A big welcome please to No Longer Mine. Danevah has some hot spanking experiences to share:

“Now all you have to do,” He growled, almost gently, “is maintain form. Be a good girl.”

I like — no, I am more comfortable with — slow, gradual warm-ups. Jack likes to keep my off balance and deep in subspace by starting hard and fast, bringing me to the verge of tears then slowing, taking his time once I’m already sore and ready to beg. He brought the crop down again and again across my ass and thighs, making me yelp and buck. He had covered my ass with red triangular welts by the time tears welled up and I choked out a ‘please.’

He paused, rubbed his hands gently over my sore flesh, kissed my back. He told me to crawl forward on the bed, so I was kneeling on all fours. He brought down the crop again, this time with stroked still sharp but a little less forceful, and little more sensual, paying particular attention to my inner thighs and the most sensitive spot on my bottom, the crease where I sit. I was sobbing, tears dripping into my hair, but also getting more wet than I thought possible.

So I’m on the phone tonight with the new light of my life and we’re sharing our frustration at how long it’s going to be until we can get together. And you all know that a frustrated brat is trouble looking for a paddle. What’s a man to do, when she’s out of reach?

I don’t know what you would do, but I’m keeping a book. With dates and times and descriptions of her impertinences, each accompanied by a (usually low) number of strokes to be applied for same. (Strokes with what, you may ask? You may. She certainly has. I’m not telling. Women love a little mystery, especially in connection with the fate of their lovely bottoms.)

There will come a day (or days, at the rate she’s going) of reckoning. And she knows it. So when I tell her I’m writing another entry in the book, she wheedles and argues and attempts to bargain, most entertainingly.

Tonight was especially fun.

She’d been playing with a clothespin as we talked, bending the spring in an attempt to reduce its grip, and teasing me by giving little yelps from time to time to express her unhappiness with test applications to various soft parts of herself. I was teasing her right back, about the brevity of these tests. After a bit of this I convinced her to put the clothespin on her nipple while I counted the seconds. She managed fourteen seconds, and almost as many extremely cute whimpers, before she took it off.

So then a little later I said something outrageous and she playfully blew a raspberry into the phone. This is a common impertinence of hers with an established two-stroke penalty. Of which fact I reminded her.

She starts to bargain. I stand firm. Discipline must be kept in the tent, and all that. Finally she goes “Will you not write it down if I put the clothespin on my nipple for a minute?” From her lack of emphasis on the word “minute”, it’s clear she means “a small unit of time” but I run with it. “A whole minute? OK, but if you take it off sooner, it doesn’t count and I write it down.”

There follows a period of cuteness and backtalk, but she’s a brave and honest girl who does what she says she’ll do. During the minute, she made the most entertaining noises, which only got more heartfelt after the minute was up and the clothespin came off and the blood started rushing back.

Funny thing, though - she didn’t blow any more raspberries after that.

No, this has nothing to do with the last post. Here’s a gallery featuring clothespins, cute girls, and red spanked bottoms. Enjoy!

From this post over on Taken In Hand, where they talk a lot about dominance and submission in the context of domestic discipline relationships, some sound advice:

First of all, it has to be understood that if I didn’t love her I couldn’t do this. To any man wanting this lifestyle, there are three unbreakable rules. Rule # One, you gotta love her! Full stop. Rule Two, see rule One. Rule # Three, see Rule ## 1 and 2. No exceptions. If you don’t love her and I mean really love her, then do not proceed.

When I read this blog entry my first thought was to wonder amusedly how she typed it with one hand. It starts: “god i am such a horny little tart, not a day goes by without me getting my fingers in my knickers thinking about being bent over, caned hard and fucked rotten…”

From an amusing article by John Ross entitled “Understanding Women & ‘The Rules’ For Men: or, Think of It Like Driving In England“, this simple rule from the “how to stop screwing up like you’ve been doing” section:

Spank her. Spank her bottom lightly when she does something you don’t like. Spank her harder when she does something good. I discovered this years ago and the worst results I’ve ever gotten were neutral. The best were volcanic. (I don’t do this unless I know at least her first name, but that’s just me–it’s probably not necessary.)

John’s not very politically correct, and it’s possible he’s spent too much time on the Fast Seduction website, but I won’t argue with him about this bit of advice!

It’s been a little while since I posted links to any spanking stories here. But here’s a cute one that I haven’t seen before, about a bratty young wife learning some manners:

“STOPPPPP!!!!” Poor thing. He didn’t stop. SMACK! SMACK! He smacked a perfect oval that went just to the top of her thighs, up over one cheek, down the other cheek to the thigh again. He took his time and made sure he covered the area thoroughly.

…

Her bursts of anger were slowing down finally. But I could tell his hand was beginning to hurt. That’s when he spotted it. The wooden hairbrush on the dresser was just out of reach.

…

Well her tone changed when that hairbrush smacked her left cheek. But before she could say a word, another SMACK! hit her right cheek. He was working fast now. The hairbrush came down on her hot cheeks again and again. Not till he turned her bottom a dark red and she was begging, pleading and promising to be good, did he finally stop.

From “The Chair” by Jules.

The winner of this week’s link-fu contest is Koonago Factory, an exceedingly strange Japanese website featuring anime-style artwork of adult women (well, as adult as anime women ever are) who have been shrunk down to various small sizes and subjected to a wide variety of indignities. Including spanking:

You know you needed to see that.

I love this article in which CruelLadyScorpio defines the different levels of “dominant strop”. (For those of us who speak a version of English other than the Queen’s own, a strop is something like a tantrum or an angry fit.) Anyway, I especially like her description of the Grade A dominant strop:

Grade A: Only for use when you’re incandescent with rage due to something like a repeat infringement. Ensure object of your fury is kneeling or sitting. Stand up slowly to achieve full Dom Loom as angry flush creeps up neck into cheeks. Allow face to achieve quality of granite. Glare. Stride off suddenly, swiftly and emphatically, so sub needs a moment to twig what’s going on. Try not to trip over. Hide, preferably outside, and take deep breaths until you’ve got yourself under control. Cry a bit if required to relieve tension. By the time sub has found you, you’re ready to deal with situation rationally. Fetch cane.

Here’s a publicity still from the 1932 movie “Sweetheart of Sigma Chi”:

Aren’t these girls some cuties?

See Also:

• Good Hard Sorority Paddling
• Lesbian Sorority Spanking?
• Modern Sorority Spanking
• Sorority Paddling
• Sorority Spankings

Here’s a detail from a vintage magazine ad for Van Heusen shirts:

Check out the awesome ad copy. “It’s daring. It’s audacious. It’s the bolder look in shirts. You never know what results you’ll get until you try!”

Debra from Pursed Lips has some cogent suggestions for what to do during National Protection From Pornography Week - or, as she so accurately calls it, “the federal government’s latest fright fest.” She helpfully offers Six Ways To Avoid Porn. Readers of this spanking blog will be particularly amused by: “2. Turn the other cheek.”

If Ashcroft would only take Debra’s advice, I’m sure we could find someone to swing the cane.

Dark_Fire_Sklavin (slave faith) from Into The Zone reports on a play party that began with an erotic confession from an adult schoolgirl and went uphill from there. She had a very good time on the spanking bench:

This time though I was placed on the spanking bench with towels underneath me and my entire bottom exposed and accessible. This session also started with floggers and it wasn’t long before I was squirming under the sting of the lashes. Every stroke feeling wonderful and eventually intolerable, or so it seemed for all of 3 seconds…LOL!

With my ass good and warmed up He moved to spanking me with His open hand… and I do mean spanking… good and hard! On and on the spanking went till my ass was red hot and stinging like hell..sting & hurting to the point I wanted it more and harder.

And more she got! The towels were there for a reason.

There’s an interesting article over at Taken In Hand called “How to Break it to A New Man“. It’s full of tips for ladies who need to encourage the men in their lives to spank them. (The official editorial policy of Spanking Blog is to marvel at the existence of such men. However, as Galileo famously is to have said: “and still it moves.”)

Some of the tips:

Next time you do something that annoys your man, do this, as soon as possible while he is still angry:

Have a brush ready and say to him: “I am sorry. You have every right to be angry. If you want to spank me for it, I’ll understand and accept it. I am serious about that.” That will open up the conversation. If he agrees, sometime, ask him if he wants a brush.

If he himself behaves badly or does something annoying, say: “If I did something like that, you would have every reason to spank me; and I would let you, too.”

Similarly, if a woman you know does something bad, or if you see someone being disrespectful to her man in a public place, or if you read about something of that sort, or if you see something like that on TV (not difficult!), say: “She should be spanked. Seriously, he should take a brush and spank her till she cries.”

However, my favorite paragraph in the whole article is this one:

As one guy said: don’t think you are so perfect that he doesn’t have a reason to discipline you. He does, and you’ll find out what it is. A spanking is a great mind opener.

That’s so true! There’s not a guy in the world who doesn’t have some pet peeve or unresolved annoyance with his lady, however much he loves her. A spanking relationship has the unique virtue of letting men communicate (oh so effectively!) with their ladies in a way that vanilla guys tend not to have the freedom to do. If you’ve ever been in one of those toxic relationships where the least expression of unhappiness or dissatisfaction was cause for an extended round of dramatic sulking, you’ll know why the old “wooden spoon heart-to-heart” sounds healthy and attractive.

This picture shows a nice angle on a serious paddling. As with many spanking pictures, there’s no particular evidence that the mean-looking paddle is actually being applied. Until you look at her face. Do you think she’s faking that grimace?

Update: I am informed that this photo is from another classic NuWest photoset, which makes sense given the colors and lighting. Word is, the model’s bottom shows plenty of color by the end of the set.

The Informed Consent weblogs continue to be a source of amusement. Calic writes on the topic “Tickled To Death“:

Now I understand where that expression comes from.

I have been known to dish out a severe tickling in the past (a demon with the ostrich feather doncha know), but never been on the receiving end of anything like I experienced yesterday. My little slave can be very naughty at times and decided it was my turn to get tickled, so naturally I gave her a good spank and tied her hands behind her back. Just when I thought it was safe to relax she was at it again, but now using the tip of her tongue. OH MY GOD!! She found an erogenous zone I never knew I had (and I’m not telling you where, dear reader) and rapidly had me reduced a curled up, quivering, giggling, goose pimpled wreck.

Fair took my breath away, bless her. Needless to say, she went away with fresh cane marks. I mean, can’t have her taking liberties like that can we? But I have learned from the experience and today I shall gag her before I have my nap.

Nothing quite so much fun as a slavegirl who doesn’t quit making mischief after her hands are tied.