Spanking Blog Archive for September, 2005


Timid Helen

Here’s a quaint little spanking story (really, more of a spanking anecdote) from the archives of The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender and Reproduction. It’s from a 1936 booklet called “Spanking Stories” by one “Lucy Striker”:

Timid Helen

I am a girl eighteen and have been working at house work on a farm for two years. My parents are dead and I am trying to save enough money to go to buseness college in the city.

One day I dropped a tray of dishes on the floor. The boss asked me to come outside he said he wanted to speak to me.

He took me out to the barn where he said we could have privacy. He sat down on a box, pulled out a strap, and before I knew it he had me across his knee, pulled up my apron, shoved down my panties and proceeded to spank me with the strap on my bare bottom. I kicked and yelled but he held me fast. That was not the first bunch of dishes I had broken nor was that the last spanking I’ve received. I kick and squeal but he never stops till I’m crying like a baby.

I know he has not right, not even that of a guardian, but I am too timid to say anything. So I guess I’ll have to grin and bare it till I get enough money to go to the city.

Helen.

Spanking Toys By Ikea

You know a spanking post is going to be worth your time when it starts:

After hearing rumours that IKEA was a great place to look for fun and naughty toys, it took only a moments urging before my honey and I headed out to the enormous yellow and blue box in search of fun.

This is also promising:

Shortly after we arrived home my honey decided it was time to find out if this little spatula was worth its money. He roughly pushed my over the back of our black leather couch, pulled my tight jeans down to my knees, tied my arms behind my back and lightly tapped my backside with his hand.

It gets better from there — complete with photograph! Thanks to My Not-So-Secret Self for the, er, blow-by-blow.

Fangirl Gives A Spanking

Here’s a public spanking picture from Usenet which appears from the outfits to be taking place at some sort of media con or fan gathering. The young lady with the paddle looks like she’s putting her whole body into that whack:

anime con spanking

Spanking Hurts

If you frequent the spanking discussion boards (like Bethie’s Spanking Den) long enough, you’ll find some confusion (believe it or not) over the question of whether spankings hurt. Once, on another board, Bethie and I laughed (gently) together over a post by a young lady who’d finally gotten a spanking after years of fantasizing. Paraphrased and abridged from much greater length, she said “Gee…. it really hurt … a lot … I wasn’t really expecting that.”

Despite sympathy for someone whose partner obviously didn’t stay in good touch with what she wanted and needed, we couldn’t help laughing a little. What, we wondered, was she expecting exactly?

Another common thread on the boards is the question “Why do I/we/you like it?”

Here from The Warren is a post combining both of these themes:

if it didn’t hurt, i’d be doing some serious reality checking on a regular basis. waht the fuck? just becuase i like it means that the rules of science all ofa sudden quite working? sheesh. yeah it hurts. and yeah i like it.. why? honestly, i have no fucking clue. it probably has something to do with socialisationa nd sexual psychology, and a lot to do with endorphins and stuff, and i COULD go into a big long tirade, but basically? i like the way i feel when it happens…

Now, that’s a refreshing change from the usual over-analysis!

The Best Part Of Waking Up…

How about a nice cup of spanking? The following illustration was emailed to me by a reader (thanks, Pete!) who reports that it was found in England in an exhibit about the history of cocoa:

cocoa spanking

Apparently the Marquis enjoyed a little pick-me-up with his flagellation?

Update: Apparently he did.

Spanking And Talking Dirty

Here’s another naked spanking from Sex And Submission:

spanked and fucked woman

This one is especially fun because if you watch the whole video shoot, you can hear him telling her (as he spanks her) exactly what he’s going to do to her next — and then you get to watch him do it, too, right down to the blindfolded blowjob, the flogging, and the vigorous anal sex.

Suitable Spanking Vegetables

Have you ever been spanked with a common household vegetable?

Good Kink Motto

Extremely refreshing observation from Jake Bullet:

“I think its official. I am a dirty pervert. Oh well, I kind of like it. Moving along.”

Maybe it’s just because I read so many blogs where folks are exploring their own sexual thinking, but after awhile I grow weary (and, sadly, impatient) with the endless self-analysis, guilt, and fear that so many kinky people are dealing with. I suspect every kinky person goes through this at some point, but the idea is to work through it, become comfortable with who you are, and start having fun. Unfortunately, some people just get stuck there, and don’t seem to be able to give themselves permission to be happy kinksters.

Moving along….

The Mean (Blonde) Professor

This studious-looking girl is trying very hard to look mean:

cute blonde professor with a cane

And here’s “proof” that she really is mean:

mean professor caning two schoolgirls

It’s enough to make me want to get an adjunct professorship at this university!

Figging, Flogging, And Caning

Needs must when the Devil drives. And so, in a small-business family, why not play at the shop when the house is full of family? Of course, if you don’t throw the damned customers (as my mother used to refer to them) out at closing time, the man with the cane may get both impatient and creative:

I don’t think I will ever get used to being naked in my store. It certainly isn’t the first time we’ve played here but it’s no easier now than it was the first time. I know it’s secure but it feels entirely inappropriately public. Add wrist and ankle cuffs and being tied face-down and spread-eagle on the workshop table (where beautiful, innocent children enjoy birthday parties – total crawlies and creepies to think about that) and it’s downright unnerving. There was only one thing that could make it more uncomfortable – yup, here comes Robert with a fat ginger root plug that he promptly poked into my well-exposed rosebud.

Deciding my position wasn’t entirely to his liking, he snatched a cushion off of one of the wicker chairs in my showroom, folded it in half and slid it under my hips. I was starting to squirm from the figging about then, as much as I could squirm being stretched pretty tight at that point. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

He started with our two favorite floggers, the thuddy one and the whippy one. Being ambidextrously gifted with his floggers I was treated from “oomph” to “eek”, covering my back, ass and thighs. He got a few good shots in with the tips of both to my very sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips – quite pleasant with the thuddy flogger, “oh shit!” with the whippy one. Soon into his flogging, the ginger root was sizzling and intensely distracting, demanding that I move and keep moving when I couldn’t move at all. That made me want more and more of the stinging whippy flogger, the ordinarily yummy thuddy one just becoming irritating and frustrating. It was like, take this thing outa my ass or WHIP ME NOW! HARD!

Dormitory Spanking

Here’s some acute “laying on of the paddle” in the Girls Boarding School dormitory:

dormitory spanking

Gosh, do you suppose she’s feeling that?

crying in dormitory

She’s got an awfully red bottom by the time her spanking is done.

See Also:

Stereotypical Spanking Offense

Haron from The Punishment Book recently posted about a punishment caning she received:

I bent down with my elbows on our spare bed and my backside arched up as invitingly as I could manage. It was in my best interest that Abel had a perfect shot at it: the last thing I wanted was a wrap, or a stray stroke on my mid-thigh only because there’s so little space in the room to take a good aim. I dug my fingers into the blanket and concentrated on breathing.

If you think it was atrociously painful, you’re right: I saw stars on every stroke; Ursa Major and all its cubs. Despite my best efforts I wriggled, and put my hands back, and behaved like a girl who should really know better. And actually, I did know better, but I couldn’t help it: I had no control over my hands, or my wiggling behind. I just wanted it over.

However, it appears Haron was more aggrieved by the stereotypical reason for her caning than by the caning itself:

The embarrassing thing about my punishment was its cause: it was a stereotypical thing that a stereotypical wife does in your dull, stereotypical spanking story; the sort, you know, that you never read to the end. How would you like to be a walking, bending over, squealing stereotype?

And what did I do that was so terribly stereotypical, you ask?

I forgot to mail a rather important cheque. But not just that. I completely forgot it had ever existed.

Haron, take heart. It could be worse. In July I had to cane Bethie for running our vehicle completely out of gasoline. (Her account is here.) I think I’ve seen at least as many banal spanking stories covering “forgot to gas the car” as I have for “forgot to mail the check”.

Backing up: OK, OK, I admit it. Saying “I had to cane Bethie” suggests a reluctance I did not feel. Bethie says I was “almost gleeful” — and while I wouldn’t agree with that characterization, I have to agree that I was, at least, cheerful about it.

Partly that’s because I enjoy using the cane more than she enjoys getting it, and since most of our spanking is playful, that meant I’d never given her a hard caning for more than a few strokes. I can admit that.

Mostly, however, I was cheerful because of the sheer justice of my cause. Not filling the gas tank whenever it drops near a quarter tank is one of those petty domestic offenses that’s baffling to your average man, and certainly to me. It’s pointlessly dangerous, creating too much risk of harm or serious inconvenience, for no benefit at all. I’d been nattering at Bethie for a year about this, and I purely hate the sound of my own nattering. But caning her for letting the gauge dip low seemed a bit petty. So when the tank ran dry as we were hurrying to catch a ferry for a fun excursion day? Nothing petty about that! I was cheerful because I finally had an inarguable excuse to redress a persistant problem.

So what’s my point? Nothing much, just this: Three cheers for stereotypical caning offenses!

The Spanking Nun

Uh-oh! Everybody better run! The vicious nun with all the paddles is coming. Sister Brutality is after your butt!

vicious nun spankings

Another gem gleaned from Usenet.

{Disclaimer: This post is not intended to defame actual nuns. Every real nun I’ve ever met has been the very picture of Christian warmth and courtesy. Although, it must be said, I never went to Catholic school….}

Collection Of Spanking Toys

I always enjoy it when somebody decides to post pictures of their spanking implements. I’m genuinely impressed by this collection of paddles, straps, whips, canes, and floggers from The Swan’s Heart, and I think you will be too!

Mythical Spankers

Because of the long vacation Bethie and I just got back from, I’m painfully aware that the posts here have been pretty sterile and dull. Spanking porn pictures are all right, sometimes even quite wonderful, but a steady diet of them is not what this blog was ever about. And (though it’s a joy to have other spanking blogs to link to and quote from these days, as I did not when Spanking Blog was new) I do prefer to have time to add a little value-added commentary when quoting.

That’s partly why I’m so pleased to see Patty’s incredibly wise essay on The Myth of the Perfect, Intuitive Spanker. She pegs a point about civilized maleness and male communication patterns that is just vital:

How does Fred get his wonderful insight into my mind so he knows exactly what I need? Usually I’ve bonked him so hard up side the head with signals he’d have to be autistic not to catch on that’s how. Yes, he’s attentive and he’s genuinely loving with it when he is, but seriously, if my signals weren’t appropriately clear for him, he’d have no idea what I needed from him.

I feel so helpless sometimes when wives with so called ‘vanilla’ partners express frustration that he ‘doesn’t initiate.’ They misbehave and he doesn’t call them on it. He doesn’t spank unless they point it out and tell him he should. God damn it!!!!! You know what? Fred who is a spanker through & through, has NEVER initiated either until I pushed his buttons so hard I made him bust through the limits of his socialization and violate every legitimate rule of consensual engagement. I hurt him doing that. What’s worse, I debased myself, my credibility as an adult, and threatened the stability of my relationship by doing that.

Although Bethie and I were blessed in this regard by the fact that we met on a spanking discussion board and were never in any doubt about our compatible kinks, this still rings true to me. The socialization against violence, combined with natural male tender protective instincts toward loved ones, makes it vital (for my security and happiness anyway) that the signals be unambiguous, most days. Although I can spank Bethie pretty much at any time or for any reason without violating her trust and consent, in practice I generally don’t, not unless she’s signalling her little bottom off. When a spanking is my idea, we usually go through a process of mock-menacing (me) and mock-wheedling (her) that clarifies (for me) how receptive she is to the idea and how much she does or doesn’t want. Although she’s never said so, I’d guess that I’m actually too conservative during this process, backing off or delivering less than originally threatened because the receptive signals weren’t properly penetrating my primitive concrete male brain.

More Patty:

Fred clued me in a while ago. What would it really mean if he acted on and held me accountable for the things I did that pissed him off? We talked at length and I realized how much the disciplinary part of our lives was controlled by me and my needs and desires rather than his.

I laughed when I read that question. A little of this is fun in a spanking relationship. A man likes (OK, OK, I like) being able to growl “Do that again, woman, and I’ll beat your ass!” Especially when it’s not a completely idle threat. In too many vanilla relationships, there’s no safe way for a man to communicate that his woman is pissing him off; he’s simply supposed to grit his teeth and grimace, until he starts waking up in the middle of the night with his fists clenched in seemingly inexplicable inchoate rage.

However, a little of this precious “growls menacingly” privilege goes a long way. Carried to its logical conclusion and applied to every tiny disruption of my lazy male utopia, it would relegate Bethie to a rather slavish state, which is not what either one of us wants. Domestic discipline (which is not really what we do around here anyway, most days) is, as Patty suggests, a tricky-to-get-it-right process for giving a woman the discipline she wants and needs.

I’ll give Patty the last words:

Above all I guess I just want to say that there is no perfect spanker man, a guy who can just intuitively tell you that you need a spanking because you need one. Not in your house or in mine. What there is, is your partner. The guy you cut from the herd and fell in love with. If you’ve gotten him to come into your fantasies and try on spanking with you, you are so far a head of the game. So many others can’t get that, end up dismissed, or even demeaned and belittled for trying, or are terrified to try. You have to help him and teach him the signals that you need a spanking so he can confidently tell you so when the time is right.

You really do NOT want him to decide that you should be punished on his own. The first time may be interesting, and the second may challenge your submission, but ultimately if all spankings are his idea, the novelty will die out, the fantasy will be lost and he will hurt you just as he fears he will.

A Turkish Prison Spanking For Librarygirl

This has got to be the best intro for a spanking blog post that I’ve seen lately:

“Is this a rubber hose?!” I pick it up, then put it back down quickly. A two foot long one inch diameter hollow length of rubber. “This isn’t a Turkish prison! What do you need that for?!”

“What do you think?” Matt picks up the hose, then starts walking towards me. “Bend over and we’ll find out.”

“I don’t think so. You’d better not ever use that thing on me… HEY! I am not kidding…”

Why do things like this always happen when I’m naked?!

Isn’t it cute when spanko girls ask rhetorical questions? “What do you need that for?” Muah-ha-ha-ha….

And in case she missed it the first time it came around on the guitar, here’s a “real” Turkish prison for Librarygirl.

Double Spanking

Poor “Teen” Brandi!

Pity the girl. Not only is she stuck for years in her muchly-punished “late teens” as an anchor attraction for the Real Spankings Pass family of sites, but the girl just can’t get a break. If it’s not one paddle smacking her bottom, it’s two:

teen brandi spanked with two paddles

And there’s just no end to it! Whatever happened to restriction and loss of phone privileges?

Spanking Britney Spears

Politicians have fantasies too, I guess. A Pennsylvania state legislator currently under fire for off-color humor on his website is said to have written:

“I have found it rewarding to take time to do things for others. If Britney Spears needs a back rub, I’ll give it to her. If Britney needs a big ol’ spanking, I’m there.”

In your dreams, Daylin.

Clark Gable Spanking Marilyn Monroe

Well, it may not have happened outside Marilyn’s active fantasy life. She says it’s fantasy, but she doesn’t say the fantasy didn’t come true, now does she?

In the kissing scenes [with Clark Gable], I kissed him with real affection. I didn’t want to go to bed with him, but I wanted him to know how much I liked and appreciated him.

When I came back from a day off the set, he patted my ass and told me if I didn’t behave myself he would give me a good spanking.

I looked him in the eye and said, “Don’t tempt me”. He burst out laughing so loud he was tearing.

Because of his performance I have seen Gone With The Wind over and over again. He was perfect. All right, that was a long time ago. I must have been about 13. I have never seen a man who was as romantic as he was in that picture.

It was different when I got to know him. Then I wanted him to be my father. I wouldn’t care if he spanked me as long as he made up for it by hugging me and telling me I was daddy’s little girl and he loved me. Of course that’s fantasy.

Of course it is. Thanks to Eros Blog for the link.

Brutal Pussy Spanking Movie:

Detention House 2: Collective Punishment Extreme

three girls tied with their legs up for brutal spanking punishment
"...the girls are strapped to the bare military metal beds in an extreme position, with their feet by their heads, spread wide, so their butts, pussies and anuses are fully accessible..."