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There’s a certain sort of young lady who likes to be grabbed by the ear and pulled into position for her spanking. But, judging by the expression on her face, Elisabeth Simpson is not such a young lady:
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I’ve heard it said that there’s no spanking like the spanking a girl gets from a cowboy. I dunno, maybe it’s even true. Certainly this young lady seems pleased enough:
Does anybody know where this picture comes from? Because I sure as shootin’ don’t!
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From Jake Bullet comes this account of giving his first OTK spanking:
I first got into BDSM by finding a spanking website at the tender age of 15…in the school computer lab no less. For awhile (read from about 15-17.5 years old), I was into mostly spanking and thought bondage, rope, flogging, needles, etc. were nice, but not my main gig. But while I have fantasized about spanking for years, I’ve never had the chance to give a bare bottom, OTK handspanking. Until last night.
After a little fun negotiation, I stood the Poet up, removed her pants for her, bent her over my knee and fulfilled one of my first fantasies. I was amazed at how great it felt to feel her gently squirm, to rub her warm pink skin, to watch as her very cute butt changed from white to a delightful pink. I mean, it was simple and there was no roleplay or other aspects, but it was really special to me.
Sounds like he had fun!
Bethie posted yesterday about her new present — some pink cuffs and paddles from Westward Bound. No link there, because pleased as we are with the merchandise, my customer experience was very poor.
I was prepared to cut Westward Bound some slack, as they are located in the UK and I know it’s a challenge to deliver merchandise across the Atlantic with any reasonable speed. But this was ridiculous.
Folks, go look at the picture on Bethie’s post — it’s a heart-shaped paddle. I ordered it for a Valentine’s Day present — and got it in June.
January 25: I placed the order. Yes, I know mail from the UK can take more than a month, but I can live with this present being late. And sometimes I have better luck — it might arrive by February 14.
February 12: I received a “courtesy email” telling me that “all is going well with my order” and they will notify me “when your order is in our despatch department.” What the fuck? More than three weeks later and they haven’t even shipped? And no reason offered for the delay? That’s just ridiculous. I appreciate the courtesy email, but I’m gathering that these people aren’t serious about mail order. Whatever has happened to my order, all is not “going well” or it would be in the mail by now.
March 28: Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have to change my mailing address. Still haven’t heard from Westward Bound, and it’s probably too late to charge back the credit card, so I write the order off in my mind.
March 29: With perfect timing, email arrives from Westward Bound telling me my order has been shipped, about nine weeks after I placed it. I attempt to make arrangements to have the package intercepted at the old mailing address, but I don’t have much faith in the arrangements.
June 6: Another email from Westward Bound telling me that my package was returned. No suprise there. The suprise: They’ll be happy to reship, but only if I authorize another seven pounds and 22 pence charge on my credit card to cover the expense. So I wrote back and explained that the package return was due, in large part, to their extreme delay in shipping. I authorized the charge, but explained that I was not happy with their causing me to incur it. (At this point, an outfit concerned with the customer experience would have acknowledged their fault and re-shipped for free.)
June 7: Email from Westward Bound indicates that my package has been reshipped. The shipping charge appears on my credit card: $13.32 at current exchange rates.
June 23: Package arrives at about the usual speed for trans-Atlantic parcels. Note that if they’d shipped when I ordered the merchandise, I’d have had it well before Valentine’s Day.
The strong point about dealing with Westward Bound is that they do a good job with the automated status emails. But actual order fulfillment appears to suck stale donkey brains. More than two full months to ship an order? With no explanation? Simply not reasonable.
The paddle and cuffs, themselves, I’m fairly pleased with. They are pretty and pink and they make Bethie happy. Quality, however, is not extreme, and certainly doesn’t match the premium prices charged by Westward Bound. The paddle has some rough stitching and loose knots on the back, and the cuffs arrived with several small scratches where the pink “leather paint” has already been scratched away exposing the dark leather beneath. Nothing to complain about, but nothing special in the quality department either.
All in all, not a vendor I could recommend in good faith.
This is surely another one of those posed spanking photos from the genre of “I’ll hold my hand up in the air like this while you bend over and stick your butt out and look cute” — there seems little chance that palm ever touched panty here. But it’s still very cute:
From Usenet.
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From Annie’s Blog, some short notes on Father’s Day shopping (you have to go read to get the chasing-and-spanking-while-talking-like-Donald-Duck):
This tack shop is a hoot – there’s a sign on the wall with all the crops and other paraphernalia that says “Not For Use on Humans”. Obviously they know all of their clietele aren’t horse owners. Heh. I found a long, thin very sexy crop that I decided was perfect. Nothing else like that in Robert’s toy cabinet. I got the guy who owns the flower shop in my store’s center to give me a long-stem rose box to put it in. Since it looked kinda lonely in there, I decided to make a ribbon-tied switch bundle as well.
Jeez, I’m a glutton for punishment. Did I think he wasn’t going to actually, yanno, use that stuff??
Of course, that was the wrong answer:
I felt the full brunt of that crop later during our Sunday Play Session. SHIT! That fucker really hurts!!! Two days later my ass and thighs are still tender and sporting stripes! (The switch was comforting salve in comparison.) Of course, that’s now Robert’s favorite toy.
Heh, isn’t it always thus? I know my favorite toy is always whatever left interesting marks most recently on Bethie’s bottom….
For those of you who like to get some of your spanking jollies from the mainstream media, here’s a hot Sam Waterston spanking tip from Natty’s Spanking Blog:
Sam Waterston is like my quintessential paternal spanko figure. He always manages to come up with facial expressions that encompass everything I’d want in a daddy: moral principal, scolding, consternation, with a tad bit of gentleness thrown in. He’s been in my spanking fantasies since I first saw him in “I’ll Fly Away,”(an absolutely brilliant television show from 1991 that made me go “wow, I never thought television could get this good!”). Those fantasies became even more acute after he played a father who whips his daughter with a belt in the movie, “Man in the Moon.”
Quick check so you don’t have to: Yes, you can Netflix that.
I suppose it’s old-fashioned of me to label girl/girl spankings as “lesbian” — to be sure, that’s a time-honored porn convention, but the truth is that most girl/girl porn neither features actual lesbians nor is made for the pleasure of lesbians. I doubt that was any different in the bygone era when this photograph was shot:
If one toy is fun, more toys are apparently better. Such a fun time at Patty’s house:
Then he stopped kneading and lifted what I soon discovered was the school master strap. The first stroke of it burned white hot across my bottom exactly across the flange of the butt plug. The combination of extreme burning pain, intensified vibration and the knocking of the plug inside me against the vibrator in my pussy was amazing.
“Oh Gawd!” I lifted my bum hoping for another one just like that. It wasn’t long before I was given exactly that.
My arms and legs strained involuntarily against the cuffs and ropes that held them as my body tensed and writhed with the incredible intensity of pleasure and pain. The blindfold kept my senses focused inside my body. Fred set up a rhythm with the strap so that the wanton greedy movements of my hips effectively helped me fuck myself on the Rabbit. The sensation of it gliding inside me against both my g-spot in front and the vibrating butt plug behind drew me deeper inside my body. The pain of the strap became shear white-hot heaven, and yet it was like the only part of me that existed was my invaded pulsing pelvis.
Here’s a schoolgirl spanking picture in the best severe tradition of Girls Boarding School:
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I like the evil mind (minds?) behind this plan to eroticize the dreaded dressage whip in swan’s mind:
So there I go, face down over some pillows, with my hand-held electric vibrator in place against my clit and my butt high in the air, while my Master used that whip on my ass. Slowly and lightly at first, while the orgasms built, He whipped me. I knew I would be whipped hard when the waves crashed and it scared me terribly and it added to my excitement. I rode that vibrator and He rode me with that whip. I moaned and groaned and whimpered and then crashed over the edge, screaming my pleasure and my fear and my joy. The whip rose and fell over and over and over again until I collapsed in exhaustion unable to even twitch anymore.
Although spanking isn’t a frequent theme in the classic Japanese shunga erotic art form, this picture comes very close. I think the bound woman is in for it:
From Japanese Bondage Art (where there’s a link to a much larger version of the picture).
I swear, this whole figging business is really catching on! *J* from Unwrapping the Layers is a new convert:
I began to peel and shape the ginger root as he had specified. It really smells wonderful –clean and spicy. Smells are a very powerful memory trigger, and I suspect that the smell of ginger will forever remind me of some truly delicious sexual encounters.
He finished his shower, approved of my work, and told me to get “into position” on the bed.
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I obediently got into position, arching my back to display my ass for him. I felt the coldness of the ginger root plug against my rosebud, and consciously relaxed to allow him to gently push it in.
At first it just felt cold. Soon, however, a new sensation started to build. I’ve heard this sensation described as a burning sensation, or a stinging sensation, but that is not how I experienced it. It didn’t sting at all, but the sensation itself is very hard to describe. Sort of like icy-heat, or the way that you can feel a really strong mint in your sinuses. It’s not painful – just intense. It starts out small, and builds. It continues to build, until it is your entire focus.
Himself was spanking me with the brush again, at this point. And I was whimpering and squirming and moaning and begging him to spank me harder, because the spanking was a distraction from the other intense sensation in my ass.
Then I started begging him to fuck me.
“PleasePleasePleasePlease…Oh, God, Please!”
He demanded that I finger my clit while he fucked me from behind, running his fingernails down my spine, and then digging his fingers into my hips as he gripped me and pounded himself into me.
I came so hard my ears were ringing.
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Much as I enjoy this posed “French Postcard” whipping scene, and as cute as the models may be, the thing I really lust after in this picture is the portable pillory. The fun we could have!
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We’ve already seen Elvis Presley deliver a spanking in this space; but now the tables are turned. Bondage Blog has found an old movie still of Elvis getting a prison whipping:
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OK, gentlemen, Carrielily is here to provide you with instructions on how to use the infamous Cracker Barrel Paddle properly. Complete with info on why you’ll want to do the job right:
A couple of weeks ago after CD paddled me I said something like “I just don’t understand all this fear and respect for the CB tournament paddle, it really doesn’t hurt that much!” And ya know those moments where your your words just hang in the air and you wish you could immediately take them back? Yeah, that was one of those moments.
A big “hmmmm, is that right?” look came onto CD’s face and he said to me, “good to know, I’ve been afraid to really swing this thing so I’ve just been snapping my wrist, now I know I can really put some arm into it.” YIKES! So anyway, now instead of a slight stingyness it really f’ing HURTS!!! I think my new name for it is the GDP!!!! LOL! Anyway, so I got a good paddling probably fifteen or twenty hard swats and a verbal scolding and then he stroked my hair and said “okay, kitten it’s over.”
I thanked him and we went back to the futon and picked right up where we left off. Okay, ummmm, wow, the during (the paddling) hurt like hell and I tried to wiggle away at least twice or three times but the after when the guilt was gone and the endorphins kick. . . OMG, did I notice a difference! Um and so did CD! I was much more wet and into it and I came pretty much with the fourth or fifth thrust….
So there’s the straight dope, gentlemen! Cut loose and SWING that thing! You’ll both have more fun.
(I can confirm this from my own experience, although I never could have written it up so engagingly.)
Other than having her knees a little close to the edge of the padded bench, I’d say this young lady displays good spanking posture:
The pictures are from Real Spankings, the flagship spanking site in the Real Spankings Pass family of sites. (You can also see more of the same spanking session in this picture gallery at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.)
I wonder, is there a spanko man out there who doesn’t immediately reach for the paddle when his woman starts saying crappy stuff about herself? Bethie doesn’t go down this road very often, but when she does, it’s amazing how fast a promise of a spanking nips this destructive little verbal habit in the bud. Angelbrat explains why it happens and why it works:
That shut me up rather quickly, and, amazingly enough, started to lift my mood. It’s hard to say bad things about yourself when there’s a man with a very big paddle making scary promises because you’re unloading on the woman he loves.
I should hope so!
This graphic from the South China Morning Post (seen here) illustrated an article on financial planning for spendthrift young women:
That oughta work!
If you haven’t already, you should take a quick look at the two new toys Bethie and I received from John at Leather Thorn Paddles. Bethie’s got pictures here.
Unfortunately I’ve had an energy-sapping head cold ever since the toys arrived, so we really haven’t given them the thorough product testing they deserve. Yet. I did give Bethie one good swat with each when I opened the box, and the results were very promising. The Brat Loop in particular she’s going to have a hard time pretending to be unimpressed with. One fairly hard swat left a persistent red mark and a raised welt I could feel for several hours.
However, this morning Bethie was wiggling her bottom at me, so I followed her back into the bedroom where she attempted to “hide” under a sheet. After removing the sheet, I grabbed the Brat Loop and just flicked it at her bottom a dozen times or so, using nothing but wrist action. She immediately started wiggling the way she would under a hard paddling. Briefly, the Loop raised a visually-appealing tracery of curved red marks, although they faded fast.
I promise a much better report after we’ve had a chance for some proper play with these.
Invidia has declared this to be “Superhero Spanking Month”. I’ve got this old link to Batgirl getting spanked, but nothing else in inventory. Unless you’re willing to consider Tinkerbelle a superheroine? No? Well, anyway, here’s a Tink spanking for ya courtesy of Julius Zimmerman:
This spanking photograph recently caught my eye. Isn’t her bottom a most pleasing shade of red?
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In an earlier age, pornography had to be wrapped up for sale in a cloak of moral rectitude. Such was The Newgate Calendar, an 18th century compendium of villains, their misdeeds, and their inevitable horrible fates at the hands of justice. Of interest to this audience are such portraits as “Elizabeth Brownrigg Flogging Her Apprentice“:
Nor should you miss “A Whipping In The Pressyard At Newgate Prison“, “Louisa Calderon Undergoing the Torture“, or “Mills and His Companions Whipping Hawkins to Death” (don’t worry, it looks like they are just getting started).
Here’s yet another one of those classic frat boy spanking photos from Usenet:
I’m actually amazed we don’t see more of this sort of thing in the digital camera age, even with all the official disapproval of hazing rituals.
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