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It’s not every day that you see an OTK spanking picture where the man has his pants down around his ankles. But in this shoot from Sex And Submission that’s exactly what you get:
If you were a suspicious person, you might suspect that the fellow’s got a little something in mind for after the spanking. If so, then (boy howdy!) you would be correct.
Add Mick Jagger to the long and growing list of alleged celebrity spankers! This article from the Ottowa Citizen sources Jagger’s ex-girlfriend Natasha Terry for the scoop, thusly:
Terry says Jagger was a highly playful partner in the bedroom — with a penchant for spanking.
“I’ve never really been into spanking, but it really was his thing. I was open to it, but I would laugh so hard when he did it, it would kind of take away from the moment.”
It’s been awhile since I’ve shared with you any of the hi-jinks from Spanked Cutie. I always grin when a spanking photoset starts with a blatant “you’re in trouble now, girl!” picture like this:
And sure enough, she is in trouble:
Ah, the fabled lifestyles of the rich and famous. The blog Italy is Falling summarizes a tabloid report that Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi habitually spanks his female servants, by way of a friendly morning greeting:
Still the best part of the interview is when the waitress recalls the beginning of the day: “When he would come in the morning, he wants to greet us one by one. He would open with a joke, in his northern dialect that none of us could understand; then he would spank us. Nothing obscene or trite. Just something for him propitiatory, well-wishing.”
If you’re a spanko guy like me, a picture like this just makes your right hand twitch! Hand, paddle, belt, whatever’s handy — but something needs swatted here!
From this MeganQT gallery.
I’ve posted before that a proper spanking ought to be on the bare; much as I love the way nice tight denim wraps a set of female buttocks, it just doesn’t seem like an effective way to spank. However, if you use a good leather belt, apparently it can be done:
Certainly Jessica here, from the Real Spankings Pass family of sites, appears to be feeling the burn:
Ouchies!
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Although I never would have known it before this spanking blog got me to trawling daily through the spanking interweb, it turns out that “How do I get my man to spank me?” is very high on the canonical list of frequently asked spanking questions. I’ve linked fairly often to various answers, but this one from Annie’s Blog is one of the better schemes I’ve seen:
Being a little sneak, what I would do now (and what I would have done then if I’d thought it through and planned it) is rent several movies, among them one of those John Wayne movies we’ve been talking about. Debbie’s suggestion of “McLintock” is a great one. I would toss off “This was such a great movie and I haven’t seen it in years – thought it would be fun”. What man won’t enjoy watching a John Wayne movie, too. Another movie I would throw in the stack is a sexy one to begin with, to set the mood. All I can think of at the moment is “Troy” with that sooo hot scene with Brad Pitt and the virgin priestess. I’m sure there are better but I would be sure to choose a guy kinda movie as opposed to a chick flick. Maybe the new “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” when that comes out on DVD.
I would make a night of it with some good munchies and wearing a “little nothing” to let him know a sensuous evening is in the offing. The sexy movie allows for snuggling and smooching and both getting a little hot, of course making a big deal of the sexy parts. Then comes the John Wayne/Maureen O’Hara movie when you are both relaxed and having fun. When the spanking scene comes up, I would say something like “Oooo, that’s getting me kinda hot, how about you?” Being me, at that point I probably would lay across his lap, giggling and wiggling my hiney playfully. That’s all it is, right? Play and being silly. Easy out if he says, “No way! Are you nuts?!” There’s your answer.
If he goes for it and gives you a few swats, then it’s a playful “Mmmmm more!” See where it takes you. If he gets into it, go ahead and be bold, let him know it’s turning you on. Maybe go as far as taking your panties down and tempting him with your bare bottom telling him “This is getting me sooo hot, baby! More!” Showing him with a blowjob or the like could likely cement the deal.
Keep the discussion going the next day, again when you are both relaxed. “Last night was such fun. I can’t believe that spanking made me so hot!” See how he responds. If he’s ho-hum at best, you might be out of luck. If it’s positive, reinforce it. If and when the time is right, confess your desires.
Thanks, Annie!
You really can’t beat (heh) the classic combination of penitent students and good stout canes. Here a blonde victim reluctantly disrobes. Let the naked caning begin!
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If you’ve ever read any of the Gor books, you’ll know (oh, how painfully you will know) that John Norman was never given to sparsity in his prose. Which makes this account of a slave girl’s switching and subsequent sale a miracle of brevity:
An officer of Svein Blue Tooth, assisted by two thralls, quickly assessed Dagmar, stripping her, feeling her body, the firmness of her breasts, looking in her mouth.
“A tarn disk of silver,” he said.
Dagmar had, two months ago, stolen a piece of cheese from Pretty Ankles; she had been beaten for that, at the post; fastened there by Ottar and switched by Pretty Ankles, until Pretty Ankles had tired of switching her, too; she had not been found sufficiently pleasing by several of the Forkbeard’s oarsmen; she was, accordingly, to be sold off, as an inferior girl.
“Done,” said the Forkbeard.
Dagmar was sold.
I believe that’s from Marauders Of Gor.
Normally I’m immune to the charm of all the visual puns and cute jokes surrounding the phrase “spanking the monkey”. But this image (an illustration by Heinrich Kley) is in a class by itself. I can’t decide whether it’s funny or horrifying:
Speaking as a man, I’d have to say this is why a fig of fresh ginger is my personal choice of chemical irritants to torment Bethie with:
Firey Jack for those that don’t know is an ancient and masochistic remedy for muscle pulls and back pain etc etc. It’s a muscle warming ointment made from chilli oil. Hot hot hot like you can’t imagine. To be used SPARINGLY. (Or so the darling carinna/polly told us as she handed us a pot as a “present”. Mmmm cheers polly no I haven’t forgotten.)
So Colbeh being ever enthusiastic and not someone to do anything by halves, does the usual buggery/fucking/beating thing, ensuring a suitably red hot caning is present as a tenderiser upon my peach like derrière, and slathers the stuff on to me. Nothing seems to be going on, so he slathers some more on. About 2 minutes later I feel like I have serious and heavy sunburn, my arse is glowing with heat enough to keep the arctic warm.
This is all apparently exciting to a dominant, so he does what excited Doms do naturally. I become aware not only is my arse on fire but my inner tracts (great word huh?) are now burning. At the very same moment, HE becomes aware his most precious and personal sex weapon is aflame and the pair of us flee to the bathroom. Me unsuccessfully showering like a manic creature, and him leaping around the bedroom with a cold flannel wrapped round his (still surprisingly engorged) manhood.
Although I tease about alternative uses for Mongolian Fire Wok Oil, the nice thing about fresh ginger is that it goes where I put it — and (mostly) stays there.
Don’t get your hopes up too far, spankos. True, this is arguably a very hot spanking picture:
Alas, it’s also the only spanking picture offered with this light bondage plus sweaty rough sex shoot from Sex And Submission.
I like the way this spanking begins:
He takes his belt – the stiffer, black one, and flicks it at me. The tip goes wild and I yelp angrily as it wraps itself all the way around my leg and snaps my upper inner thigh. My hand clasps the area, covering the angry red welt blossoming on my milky white skin.
My eyes flash; I rear back. I insist that he cannot do it again.
Moments later I am up against the back of the couch, olive green cushions resting against that same welt on my thigh. I am leaning forward, arms folded on the shelf a bit behind the couch. My chin rests lightly on the cup formed by my folded hands. He’s holding his light brown Italian leather belt.
It always entertains me when strident protestations morph swiftly into the functional equivalent of “More! Harder!”
It’s not hard to find spanking photos showing some pretty young thing clutching her bottom. But there’s something about Elizabeth Simpson’s body language in this caning vidcap that convinces me she’s clutching in earnest:
Here’s a report from Library Girl about a dinner party she attended where many of the guests were “the usual suspects” from the famous Shadow Lane spanking parties. It certainly sounds like a good time was had by all:
After her hairbrushing, and Dolores’ caning, and my pink panty picture, TG dragged Chelsea and Erica in for their pictures. “For the site!” she said. “You have to!”
They were both great models. They are both amazingly slim and athletic looking. Erica put her hands on the bed and bent over. Matt used the thick strap, all the while TG is saying “She needs more color…” I took several pictures, and eventually TG was satisfied with the color content of Erica’s bottom.
