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The Bondage Blog has a nifty photograph of Bettie Page all tied up and getting a spanking with a wooden hairbrush. Classic vintage spanking!

A woman talks about how well figging and spanking go together:

Figging provoked a fierce burning sensation in the rectum, one which is intensely sexually arousing. It made me hyper-aware of my ass, to the point that my whole mind and body was focused on that one small area.

The hot sensation was constant — it’s extremely hard to stand or sit still, it made me want to keep moving constantly and even a hard spanking (as was soon applied) felt less noticeable in contrast to my fiery, smarting sphincter. In fact, I wanted him to smack me harder, as a distraction. The ginger was so powerful that the spanks he laid on to my bare backside hardly registered but the harsh contact of his hand felt so good, and my skin felt so alive to every tiny sensation after he stopped.

A few days ago the serious caners at Mood Pictures sent me a review copy of their latest caning DVD entitled Guilty Wives. If you liked earlier Mood Pictures releases, you’ll enjoy this one.

Continuing the recent Mood Pictures trend toward more severe canings, Guilty Wives delivers some impressive caning welts. But fear not: as usual, the DVD extras show the actresses cavorting happily with the crew and demonstrating their normal enthusiastic good cheer about the whole project. In these severe caning movies from Eastern Europe, it’s always reassuring to see evidence that the girls enjoy their work and are doing it voluntarily.

So what’s the plot? Pretty simple, actually. Two wives in “Syberia” are accused of adultery, convicted in best Soviet kangaroo-court style, and sentenced to fifty harsh cane strokes each. The judge himself executes the sentence.

The canings are very harsh, and made more so because the caner can’t seem to lay on a horizontal stroke to save his life. Most of the strokes land with a down angle that lays heaviest on the girls’ left buttocks with the tip landing on their inner right thighs. Painful, surely, but a smidge inelegant.

For all that, we see real-looking tears and much unhappy caned girl. If you like severe canings, this movie will not disappoint.

In a non-English language (perhaps Hungarian?) with subtitles.

I like this pouting face:

From this gallery at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.

Neko over at Letters To An Angel just put up a very nice detailed post on the reasons for spanking his angel. Just an excerpt:

And that’s the final reason I spank you, dearest angel. Because it makes you feel submissive. Because it makes you happy. Because it turns you on, and because it turns me on. Sometimes I spank you because I feel like it, because I want to be in control. Sometimes, I spank you because you want to be made to feel submissive. Sometimes I spank you because you’re a brat, and you need to be kept in line. Sometimes I spank you because it gets you wet. Each and every time I do this, I do it with love. I do it because it’s a part of us both. I do it because it’s part of what makes our relationship work.

Thanks to Vikki for spotting the link.

Although Bethie told the tale better than I could, there are a few details she omitted. The flogger (I’d include a picture, but I’m having technical difficulties in the digital camera department at the moment) was a blue suede number from DeTails Toys, with a double set of short tails. It really is a lovely thing — looks and smells good, and feels nice when I run my fingers through the tails.

What Bethie hinted at, I can confirm: the flogger did a wonderful job of reddening her bottom and making it sensitive enough for a good hand spanking. She’s inclined to laugh away hand spanks, unless she’s already tender, so I’m always looking for fun ways to achieve the necessary tenderizing effect. The flogger serves wonderfully.

After her spanking, I was further amused to discover that, due to all her wiggling, a few errant tails had nipped into some very tender areas I don’t usually spank. The evidence? Some thin finger-length puffy welts that made her squeal when I kissed them. As Microsoft used to say, that’s not a bug, it’s a feature.

And last but not least, I must respond to the calumnous suggestion that I sprained my arm while spanking her. The twinges in my arm did not appear until the following afternoon, which I spent quietly reading a book on the bed while Bethie lay snoozing on top of my arm. Her fault entirely! Fortunately, I’m not too sore to take care of that little offense….

I found you some fun bondage and caning (of a model with dirty feet from the cruddy dungeon floor) in this gallery from Whipped Ass over at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.

We just celebrated my birthday and SpankBoss made it one to remember…for both of us!

From the moment I woke up he was especially sweet to me and made me feel cherished and special. SB gave me some incredible goodies which included some fun items - a beautiful flogger and that funny pig tail I’ve been giggling about. Hey, I’m a kinky girl and I like my toys!

In fact, I was more than willing when SB offered to try the flogger out on my backside to see what I thought of it. I was busy nuzzling my face in the leather when he suggested it so it took me a minute to get back to the here and now, but I was glad I did. Mmmmm it was wonderful!

I thought he might go ahead and give me my birthday spanking then and there but he informed me that I wouldn’t get that treat until after dinner. Talk about a tease! But then I realized that if I got my spanking then, we’d probably miss our dinner reservation and I was reveling in being spoiled so I didn’t push the issue. I should definitely get some credit for that.

That evening we went out for a lovely dinner which included some very good wine. The result was that by the time we got home I was ready for the birthday party to start and SB didn’t disappoint. We were barely in the door when he told me to take off my clothes and get ready for my birthday spanking. Yippee! I scurried to obey and practically threw myself onto the bed when he indicated that’s where he wanted me.

I positioned myself, arching my back and wiggling my bottom in the air anxious for SB to deliver. He had said earlier that he wanted to use the flogger but I had expected him to use it later in the spanking. Imagine my surprise when if felt those leather tails caressing my backside ever so teasingly. I was a little apprehensive but SB definitely knew what he was doing. He landed strokes that went from slightly stingy to surprisingly ouchy but the whole experience was very arousing and I quickly found myself moaning and wriggling enjoying every stroke of my new toy. I had heard that floggers could be sensual but I had no idea just how much.

When SB stopped to rub my bottom, I guess he decided I’d had enough “warm up” and was ready for the main event. He sat on the bed and invited me over his lap. Happy to comply, I climbed across and settled in. I guess he was right about using the flogger first because the first swat of his hand surprised me. Normally a hand spanking doesn’t affect me right off, but this one did. Every swat of his large hand made me squawk and wiggle. I was loving it so much that I had a hard time keeping count. In fact, I considered miscounting so he’d have a reason to start over. But as much as I was enjoying myself, I was ready to … well … enjoy myself. You know what I mean! I was primed and ready for the main event — Birthday Sex! Ya gotta love Birthday Sex.

I won’t embarrass anyone with any further details but just so you know … it was an amazing birthday!

As for the comment I made earlier about us both having something to remember, I have a tender bottom as well as happy memories but SB also has something physical to remind him. The poor man seems to have strained something in his shoulder from all that vigorous spanking. The lengths he goes to trying to keep me happy! *grin*

You girls who like your spankers tall, dark, and mysterious should like this magazine, illustration, courtesy of alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. spanking:

Violet Blue got a very good birthday spanking, and in public no less!

The bench was high, and had weird metal legs in front that required me to stand with my legs askew, spread wide, and lean far over at the waist. This was an extremely compromising position, though my back (and my exposed backside!) was on display to any spectators — I couldn’t see the rest of the room. It was scary, even though everyone at the party was a total stranger. I felt Hornboy’s hands on my waist; his feet nudged my feet even wider apart. He firmly pushed me all the way down onto the bench. I could feel the cool air on my hot bits, with no pubic hair to impede even the slightest draft. Than it came — thwack! Hornboy’s big, rough hand spanked my bottom.

He continued to knead my cheeks and massage my outer labia, interspersing with gentle and firm spanks. I held on tight to the bench. The pain, heat and arousal all clouded my mind; I couldn’t tell if there were more people in the room now, or no one. The minute I started to worry that someone would see me, see my dress hiked up over my round and red bottom, another hard, hot spank would jolt me back into my body.

“Are you counting?” Hornboy asked after several minutes. “Um, no” I giggled. He leaned over me, nuzzled my neck and cheek, kissed me and smiled. “Start counting.”

That’s just the beginning. Happy birthday!

A while back I had occasion to write the following miracle of muddy expression:

It never fails to entertain me when kinky people go all judgmental as soon as somebody takes their kink a little farther than they are comfortable with.

In a slightly different context, Mistress Matisse says something similar, only she says it much better:

It’s always amazing to me when people take on a sexually deviant identity and then try to set up restrictive rules about how that identity must be expressed. Hey, if you want to create an inflexible structure for yourself, I’m cool with that, although I might scratch my head over it privately. Why would you bother leaving behind other people’s repressive rules just to straight-jacket yourself all over again?

However, the idea that you can inflict your rules of identity on me is laughable. To me, that would be the ultimate submission — letting someone else decide how I could and could not express my sexuality. I’m far too dominant for that!

Which is why Matisse has a newspaper column and I (the gods be praised) do not.

Spanking reference in Dilbert. Thanks to Shay for the heads up!

I love this blog entry title from Descent Into the Dungeon:

Nothing Ruins a Bad Mood Better Than a Good Spanking

And it’s true, too. Whenever Bethie gets out of sorts, I give her a spanking while getting all mock-stern about her being “fractious”. By the time she’s trying to figure out whether to laugh or whimper-and-squeal, her bad mood is usually long gone.