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Fun spanking picture. The accomodating young lady is being menaced with a birch, and the rope hanging from the tree suggests more fun to come:
Found this one on Usenet.
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A rare guy-gets-spanked-by-his-woman link for those of you who like that sort of thing, from Cock Under Lock (which means just what you suspect it does):
E then had me bend over the bed. My naked ass was pointed up in the air, when she began smacking it with the paddle. She was giving it to me harder than she ever had before. I must have taken over 50 hits with it. I was relieved when she stopped, but only momentarily. She picked up the black leather riding crop and made me forget all about the paddle. I could hear the crop swishing through the air before it would land on red, stinging ass. E gave me another 50 with the crop. This instrument was far more brutal, and all I could do was scream into the mattress as she swung away. When it was over, my butt was so red and raw I couldn’t sit and it still was sore a day later. I will only say that I got what was coming to me.
A reader sent along the link to this discussion of spanking, in which many of the participants share details of their spanking situations. It’s interesting for its domestic discipline flavor and for the many anecdotes, like this one:
My husband started spanking me this year. When I disobey him, upset him, or if he feels I need an attitude adjustment I’ll get a spanking. During the last 5 years, we been fighting a lot. Our marriage was about to fall apart. I was being super bitchy all the time and couldn’t control it. I felt that I didn’t love him anymore and I wanted to leave this marriage. I was miserable. I didn’t know how to make things better. In January ’04, my husband gave me my first spanking for being bitchy. Then he set down the rules for me and told me that I’ll be getting spankings whenever he felt it was necessary. I felt so much better knowing my bounderies. I was no longer miserable. I started feeling guilty about all the past fights and the mean things I’ve said. I knew things would be better from then on and it has been. I realized I do love him a whole lot and I want to be a good wife.
Also interesting are the folks with a religious perspective. I knew in a sort of intellectual way that there are folks, especially of a domestic discipline bent, who find reinforcement for that lifestyle in certain Christian teachings regarding the respective roles of husband and wife, but this is the first tale I’ve heard in which a church has encouraged its members specifically in regard to the spanking of wives:
About ten years ago we began going to a church here in Georgia that I guess qualifies as “conservative.” New members are encouraged to go through a marriage enhancement program.
Our church only discusses this in private counseling. But basically what they teach is that a husband has not just authority but also responsibility to his wife, and that a wife is to submit to that authority. The most loving think someone with authority can do is discipline the person s/he has authority over. So the most loving thing my husband can do is discipline me when I need it!
Our church offers the following guidelines: a spanking should be firm but fair, merciful but memorable. What that means is:
firm – to do what is promised. If I’m SUPPOSED to get spanked for something, I get it. If I’m supposed to get 10, I get 10.
fair – a level of discipline that matches the offence.
merciful – not mean spirited. not in anger.
memorable – a spanking that will come to mind the next time I think about doing whatever it was again.
The church also offers the advice that a woman should be able to accept discipline with “grace and dignity.” When my husband tells me I’m getting one, I am supposed to behave well about it. When the spanking actually comes, I am supposed to do what is expected of me and obey the instructions he gives me.
That means that if Jason tells me to go sit on the bed for a few minutes and that he’ll be there soon, I go sit on the bed. If he tells me to have my pants off when he gets there, I take my pants off and sit on the bed. If he tells me to have the paddle ready, then when he comes up I’m sitting there holding the wooden paddle we have (about three inches wide and six inches long after the handle; it gets used for the most serious of offences and the two holes it has in it make it sting badly.) Personally, I prefer being laid across my husbands lap to any other position he uses; the spankings are usually slower and, most of the time, are just with his hand. And in that position I get the most physical attention during the spanking – a get rubbed more in places I enjoy.
Is any of this sexual? Or erotic? Definitely! And our church acknowledges that. We don’t feel like there’s a contradiction in that. And sex almost always follows.
In a post entitled “Men!” over at Burblings, Confused writes:
After those 8, he stopped caning me, made a pleased sort of noise, carefully laid the cane across the back of my legs (which made me give a sort-of shocked/stunned gasp), and stood back. So I carefully turned my head and saw him standing there, arms crossed, looking very smug and pleased with himself.
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Of course, afterwards, it occured to me that only a man could be that pleased with getting the stripes evenly spaced and seem completely oblivious to the effect he’s having on the canee!
Bethie and I have a version of this conversation from time to time. Her: “What do you mean, it’s cute? It hurts!” Me: “I should hope so, it was supposed to. It’s also extremely cute….” Her: “Doh! You…..”
Men are visual creatures. Visual proof that a good spanking has been delivered is very satisfying. It’s Bethie’s bad luck that I’m sorta color blind — no gentle pink glow gets acknowledged around here!
However, as Baltazar points out, stopping to admire the marks is not a sign that we are oblivious to the effects thereof. Quite the contrary!
About six months ago I exchanged emails with someone regarding Spank Directory, which features in its design two little drawings in the style of this one:
The unknown someone (for verily have I searched my email archives in vain) told me the artist was “very famous in my country”. Alas, I forgot to ask which country.
Does anybody know anything about this spanking artist?
Update: Jiri Neprakta is the answer. Thanks!
As you may imagine, we get letters. Many are delightful. Others are confusing. A few are disgusting. And some are just … odd.
Here are two recent letters, reproduced as nearly as possible exactly as they were received, personal information partially redacted out of pity. Letter the first:
wher are all the woman who no how to give a good spanking.
they sure are hard to find.xxx xxxxxxx in portland oregon
503 xxx xxxx. i am 40 year old and in good shape and single 5 10 185 lbs
Letter the second:
To whom it may concern
I have a 33 year old who is very bad
I wanted to know if you know anyone who would spank her or anyone who will show her
how to spank herself.
Thank you from Xxxxxxx
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Spanking Blog is not a personals site. Your better bet would be to either take my earlier advice, or go the other route and use Alt.com.
Either way, you’ll want to put a bit more effort into those initial contacts. Believe it or not, punctuation and capitalization actually matter.
Baltazar writes about the perils of a wiggly spankee:
When administering a playful and erotic OTK paddling to C’s rear and caressing it between blows of the paddle always ensure that if she wiggles as you are bringing the paddle down you keep your restraining hand well out of the “danger” zone.
Guess which silly sod clipped the end of his left thumb and index figure with the paddle? Yes, that’s right, it was me.
Cue much cursing and sucking of sore fingertips to the accompaniment of C rolling around on the bed in fits of giggles.
I was walking in the woods with Bethie the other day and menacing her with a long and extremely whippy fresh switch. Whilst cutting the air at great speed to attain the maximum evil “whhzzzzzt” noise, the very thin tip executed a 360-degree looping backlash and smote me lightly on the back of my hand. I was not amused, and it’s possible I profaned and/or blasphemed.
Bethie was amused. However, she quickly discovered the drawback to laughing at a man with five and a half feet of fresh spring willow in his hand. She squealed and ran. Then I was amused.
Got a nice email from Baltazar, whose wife and he began a DD relationship a few months back and are blogging about it at the self-deprecatingly-titled blogs Randomness and Burblings. I do enjoy the dual-viewpoint blogging. Here’s Baltazar’s viewpoint on his wife’s most recent caning:
I briefly reminded her that the caning was going to be given, as agreed, because she had reached six on my tally of the number of times she has used improper language since she made the original request. So, after a brief pause, I started to cane her. Now I must have got the attitude and atmosphere spot on, because she stayed still and counted each stroke as they landed, following each count with a clear “thank you”.
Six strokes given, I gave her a reassuring hug and finished off by telling her (in as strict a tone as I could manage) that if I had to repeat the lesson again, then each stroke would be harder and she would be made to stand in the corner afterwards to think on the reason for the caning.
As I’ve mentioned from time to time, one of my goals back when I started Spanking Blog was to see if a sharply focused spanking blog could compete for the number one Google search result for “spanking”. I’m pleased to announce that it only took fifty-seven weeks of daily posts to do the trick. Tonight, for the first time (and possibly the last, as fickle as Google can be) I saw this pretty sight:
Thanks to all my loyal readers for making this blog so much fun to do, and thanks also to everyone who has linked to me. And, of course, to the advertisers and sponsors who help me pay my not-inconsiderable bandwidth bill.
And, now, I think, a finger of single malt is in order.
Here’s an entertaining erotic spanking illustration (via Usenet) showing a frolic at one of those infamous masked balls:
The image is from 1925 and the artist is Eugene Reunier.
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The Boss has a fun new spanking story up over at The Collar Purple. It’s called “The Harem” and it goes something like this:
He shook his head, “I see your first lesson will come sooner than I had anticipated!” In a flash, he had both her wrists held tightly in one hand. Ignoring her ineffectual struggles, he dragged her over to a marble pillar. What she had taken for decorations on either side of the column turned out to be gilded manacles. She was bound to them in a trice, her face pressed against the cool stone.
“Pray that you are not a poor student, dearest Ellen, or you shall be bound to the pillar on many more occasions!”
Patricia tried to remain calm, but couldn’t keep the pleading out of her voice. “P-please! I’m sure this isn’t necessary. My husband will do whatever it takes to free me, Omar.”
“Ah, so you are not so quick to learn after all? On to your education!”
The amateur agent heard something move through the air, a high quiet sound that made her tense in anticipation. A blazing brand of fire ignited her buttocks, causing her to cry out,”Please, no, I cannot take it!”
“You are soft, woman! The youngest of my children can take a dozen like that without a sound.” He swung the cane twice in quick succession causing to yell again though she tried to be silent. She pulled on the manacles but they held her in place for each merciless stroke. Again and again the instrument came down, sending pain shooting through her body.
And of course there’s a yummy illustration by Invidia, although for some reason it’s not on the story page yet. You’ll find it in the 4.18.04 blog entry announcing the story.
Here’s a “serious” BDSM smiley / emoticon (eroticon?) for y’all:
Lisa at Lessons Learned tells us about her session on Ms. Patty:
After the kids left on Sunday night, M. set out to prove to me that he can make Ms. Patty fun if he sets out to do it, maybe. He used my favorite paddle for what felt like forever, at a pace I could handle, until I was flying high. But then he got out the damn fiberglass evil stick, which should be illegal.
C’mon, Lisa, don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel about that stick….
Remember Rosaleen Young, last seen in this space standing in a bathtub getting her well-spanked bottom washed with her wet undies still on? No, it didn’t make a lot of sense, but it was sort of fun. So’s this picture of her.
Clearly, nobody is sparing the rod where this young lady is concerned!
So Philip at Hot Action was having a pretty good night, and it just kept getting better:
I came at the exact same point on the CD both times–in the middle of track 13, “Closing Question,” just before the sampled voice says “Play me a funky-ass bassline.”
“That must be the average duration of the sexual encounter,” she said.
“Curses!” I said. “The formula has been revealed.”
We snuggled in and flopped all over each other, and our hands came to rest on each others’ bums.
Pat pat, pat pat pat.
Smack, smack, smack.
A few posts back I let slip my ignorance about an event called Fantasm. Here are a couple of LiveJournal posts by Bridgett that have brought me up to speed:
Fantasm Report Part I
Fantasm Report Part II
A flavor sample:
I taught a LOT of workshops this weekend. The first was actually me as the demo bottom/backup voice for Boymeat’s Foot Fetish/Torture class. I swear Boymeat, you need to change the title. People don’t get it, and most folks just look at titles, not descriptions. I need to change the name of my punching class for that matter. But it went very well, even though the class was relatively small. The stun gun came out… and oh, how I loved the single tail.
Sounds wild indeed.
Blonde writes:
Friday we had a fantastic day. We sat outside on the patio, poolside, while he cooked the steaks on the grill…. To fill his time while he grilled he kept his cane handy and made patterns on my butt.
It’s tragic, I tell you, how the world will never appreciate the restraint I’m showing by eschewing various cheesy comments about cooking, grill marks, hot meat, and so forth. Verily I am a prince of decorum and a paragon of good taste.
No, wait. I just blew it, didn’t I? Doh!
It’s always fun to come across spanking information from other cultures, especially ones that don’t have our usual American hangups (even if they may have some radically different ones). From India, land of the Kama Sutra, comes these tips (published in the Women section of the India Times) on spanking:
Every guy has a strong
desire to spank his woman during sex.While it is the most natural thing for a man to do, he needs
to find out whether his woman shares the idea behind this kinky fetish.If your woman is the sort who is aggressive during sex, or
likes you to be aggressive then go for buttock with a firm spank. She is
definitely game for dominant sex.…
If you hear her moan and not scream with pain, make it
slightly harder the next time. But a big no-no is asking her whether it hurt or
whether you can do it harder. You’ve just got to judge by her reaction. And
once you figure out your woman, you can have a spanking good time!
That’s just an except, I’ve left out some of the basic spanking information that was included in the article.
There’s a new spanking DVD out that looks very promising. It’s called Schoolmaster’s Revenge, and it’s the first spanking video effort from ABCD Webmasters, who do Bethany’s Woodshed and so many other quality spanking sites.
Although I haven’t seen a review copy (hint, hint), the trailer looks very good. The girls are pretty, they wear (ok, they partly wear) nice costumes, and the spanking looks both vigorous and painful.
Should be a hot one!
Well, that’s what my email says. An anonymous reader sent me this:
I enjoyed your site and told my husband about it too. What I didn’t realize is that it gave him an idea about my losing things.
That evening we went downstairs and he told me to face the corner and think of the reasons why I was going to receive my spanking. I’ve never been sent to corner to stand even as a child. Then he call me over to him and asked me what I thought about in the corner. I told him various thought ran thru my head, but most of all losing my diamond and knowing my glasses fell on the floor and I didn’t take time to pick them up before you accidentally stepped on them, and not looking for a new job.He then told me that I was going to be soundly spanked for being careless and after my spanking he had a real sting of a surprise for me.
Now he told me to lie flat on couch with my clothes off. He put several pillows under my stomach so my butt was positioned higher in the air. He proceed to take his belt out of his pants and applied it to my ass. It stung like hell, he kept it up for several minutes and all of a sudden stop and asked me if the belt was easier to take then being careless about my belongings. I told him definitely not, in between tears.
Then he proceed to spank my butt with his hands several times and ask me if I had enough and I was able to say “YES” between the sobbing. Once again he told me to stand in the corner and not touch my burning butt. A little while later he called me over and told he loved me but to bend over the armrest of the couch for my surprise.
He told me that I was going to receive 20 more swats and that I was to count each one out, if I miscounted he would start back at one again. The last 20 swats I received was with a wooden hairbrush — to my surprise, the same one I use for my hair.
My spanking was over for good now. He told me to upstairs and shower and that he would be up to put ice on my butt to help the bruises. Then he put me to bed.
The next day he caught me on a lie and bent me over the kitchen table for another 30 with his belt. I couldn’t sit for the longest time without it hurting me.
The moral of this spanking is not to be careless and not to lie. I’ll remember this for quite a while. Hope I don’t receive another spanking, especially if he is upset.
When you play spanking porn (or, for that matter, give or receive a spanking) do you ever take a moment to wonder, like katy does, about things like this?
I wonder if the pretty neighbor on the other side of the wall from my computer can hear the spanking sounds of the videos I’m streaming?
If she can, I wonder if she thinks it’s me being spanked?
Will she blush the next time we run into each other in the parking lot?
Does she have a secret wish, just below the level of conscious thought, to be pushed over a man’s knee, have her skirt flipped up and her panties pulled down, and spanked to tears?
Bethie’s very good about keeping her noise to a minimum, but there’s really nothing to be done about the flat crack of a leather paddle striking flesh….
I stumbled across this detailed “explain kink to the vanillas” article about a couple in the San Francisco kink scene. It’s better done than most newspapers can manage, even in San Francisco. Here’s a bit from near the end, where “Bottom” explains how she likes being flogged:
Bottom says she feels no pain from the whipping. She says it’s because her partner knows what he’s doing, he brings her along slowly before the full flogging begins. By that time, the skin has swelled and reddened and is protected from harm.
“It’s really kind of a glow right now,” she says. She smiles. “I feel great.”
Something new for Spanking Blog: spanking sex movies from Far East Media. The Far East Media people have got you! Here’s Lacy getting a hard spanking in Lacy: Spanked And Ass-Fucked:
The full movie features after-the-spanking sex action one rarely sees on video, complete with prominent glowing just-been-spanked bottom.
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Bonnie describes her most recent punishment spanking (with hairbrush and belt) in this Google Groups post (that’s Usenet for you old-timers):
Then he sat down
next to me on the bed and started spanking me with the hairbrush –
slowly at first as he’d promised. It hurt! It hurt so bad, it hurt
so good! It especially hurt on the sit-spots. He likes to
concentrate on those spots. I wonder why? {g} In between spanks he
lectured me on my misdeeds, giving me a needed respite but the end of
the spanking with the hairbrush was a rapid-fire flash of ten spanks
alternating cheeks. I had to keep my position and not move at all or
he would start over again. As I’d done in the past I bit the pillow I
was clinging to, yelping from the back of my throat.
And after her spanking, he rubbed a little HEET (cheap methanol normally sold for drying auto fuel systems) on her bottom for extra tingle. Wot a meanie!
Thanks to Hairbrush Action for the link.
The spatula I posted about last time got a good workout on Friday evening. It did not break, as one commenter warned it might. Perhaps, as with all wooden tools, variations in grain lead to differing results. It seems we got a good one.
It reddens nicely, but is too broad and light to make any lasting marks. From various comments, I’m led to believe it’s a bit “stingy.”
Approved!
Last weekend Bethie and I went to the fancy cooking store in the mall. They have an impressive array of wooden spoons, spatulas of wood and metal and rubber, pizza boards, flat pasta strainers, and other dangerous implements of that ilk.
After examining all these goodies, she informed me that the spatula pictured below would serve double duty as a pasta stirrer and drainer (given the holes). The thing is utterly flat with nice rounded edges, about a quarter inch thick and made of (I’m guessing) a nice clear-grained birch. It was going for a ridiculous gourmet-store price, but I cheerfully took it up to the counter and bought it. (Fortunately nobody has told gourmet stores about standard pricing for paddles in BDSM stores, so it was still a bargain.)
The thing has a delightfully evil combination of lightness, stiffness, and speed (because of the length and the holes). So far I have only used it playfully, and mostly while Bethie is fully clothed, but even so it makes her dance from one foot to the other in the cutest imaginable way.
I think perhaps this weekend I’ll use it to draw a map of the USSR….
So yesterday Amber got a reassurance spanking:
Dan announced, “I want you over my lap”.
I stared at him, not sure I heard correctly and answered, “Huh?”
Or maybe it was “Whaa?” Can’t remember now.
“You heard me.” he said. “Get over my lap. Now.”
I asked, “What have I done?” He said I had done nothing wrong, he just wanted to slap my ass a bit. For his own pleasure. And to make sure I understood what’s what and who is who.
So I hesitatingly positioned myself across his naked lap and he gave me a reassurance/authoritative spanking, lovingly and slowly, rubbing my cheeks between each SMACK and telling me how much he loved me.
Which it would seem she needed after that one the other day that didn’t go so well. Even if it did lead to a fun discussion between Bethie and me about what countries in Europe I should spank onto her bottom.
I greatly enjoyed Neal Stephenson’s recent book Quicksilver, but somehow I didn’t notice this line from page 374:
“You look very young,” he said, “and you talk like a girl who is in need of a spanking.”
“Books of India,” she said coolly, “have entire chapters about that.”
Thanks to Hairbrush Action for being more alert.
