Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

There’s no spankee in the world who isn’t cute from this angle:

Or this one:

And what’s this? Tears? Awwww….

From Girls Boarding School.

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• Face Of A Spanked Girl
• Sorority Spankings
• A Spanked Cutie -- Outdoors

Brat from Pink Bottomed Girls knows the cure for when she gets grouchy:

Pink pulled down my pjs and began to spank me with her hand. I was lectured about how much it bothered her when I was whiny, that I don’t always need to be bratty, that I should tell her what I want, and be clear when I need her attention. Then Pink grabbed the tiny black leather strap. Her hand had stung, but that little black strap is mean and made me wiggle. When I kicked my feet, she smacked the strap down hard onto my calves. Oh that hurt, I was determined not to have her do that again. The little strapping was followed by a volley of quick smacks from the paddle-ball paddle. Pink finished my having me count five hard smacks with the paddle ball paddle. Pink petted my hair and calmed me. She let me off her lap and hugged me tight. I snuggled up against her, and Pink read to me as I fell asleep.

There is no better cure for a grouchy mood than a quick spanking before bed.

Unless it’s a not-so-quick spanking….

Holiday dinners with the folks are especially tough for someone who has to control her sugar intake. Fortunately, a spot of ultra-traditional domestic discipline (mouthsoaping, yet) can help. But, as Mija writes while foaming gently from the mouth:

I just wish love tasted better, I guess.

Awwww….

Update: Part II. Folks, does Mija secretly like the taste of Ivory soap?

This looks a lot like a certain old-fashioned comic book, but somehow I don’t remember Betty ever getting paddled like this:

Fan art is such wonderful stuff sometimes.

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• Veronica Spanking Betty
• Lois Lane's Robot Spanking

I try not to be too narrowly fetishistic about my spanking, both here on the blog and in real life. Of course there are lots of other places than bottoms where a sternly-applied spanking implement gets a fun reaction, but I like spanking bottoms and (as it happens) Bethie’s a bit more enthusiastic about getting her bottom spanked than she is about having it happen to any other part of her anatomy.

That said, however, there’s something about riding crops and breasts that just cries out for a bit of action. And Bethie likes that, too, although she’s inclined to protest if I let her.

Now for the next ingredient. Most of you know that a spanking on the bottom hurts more when the bottom is wet. So don’t you suppose that this drenched nipple cropping from Water Bondage is really getting the young lady’s attention?

See Also:

• The Cane On Oiled Skin
• The Spanking Diaries of Rosalyn Young

Hey, folks, just a quick reminder: Spanking Blog’s tagline is “Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best.” Please don’t share your tales of childhood spankings in my comments — discussion of spanked children has no place here, and such comments will be deleted.

What I like about this story is how Haron describes getting deeper and deeper into trouble, while still maintaining her air of innocence:

So yes, the story goes like this. That morning we had to dash out quite early; we were in a rush. Abel grabbed a freshly delivered bottle of milk outside the front door and handed it to me with a mumble. I took the mumble for the usual order to hurry up, so I plonked the bottle on the kitchen counter, grabbed my keys and followed him outside; we needed to beat the rush hour.

Four hours later we returned home from our errand in a less frantic state. We walked into the kitchen, and Abel beheld the milk bottle on the counter.

“You didn’t put the milk in the fridge,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. (Thinking – so what?)

“You. Didn’t. Put fresh milk in the fridge.”

“Oh, yeah. Oops,” I said, realising my mistake. And then I added: “Oh well.” It was my day of speaking in simple sentences.

“Bad girl,” said Abel. It must have been his day of speaking in simple sentences, too.

I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him.

“I’ll spank you for this,” he said.

“No, you won’t,” I said. “We were in a hurry; I didn’t have time to do it. You told me to hurry up.”

“Watch your tone, young lady. I told you to put the milk in the fridge.”

A strange sort of resistance bubbled inside me. No, you didn’t tell me to do it, I wanted to say, you said “mumble-mumble”, and you were facing away from me, and we were rushing to leave the house.

But I was watching my tone, so instead of saying all this, I frowned and threw a balled-up parking sticker at him, and stomped my foot for emphasis. It felt really, really good, especially when I saw the “wooo boy” expression on his face.

“You,” he said.

“What?” I couldn’t help grinning.

“Are in so much trouble!”

Your additional reward for reading the whole thing will be an extremely dramatic account of a four-paddle-stroke bare-bottom spanking.

I’m not a baseball fan, so all I can say about this is that it shows some guy named Millar grabbing and spanking the bottom of some guy named Mirabelli. Enjoy!

There’s no obvious spanking going on in this vintage erotic photo, but why else would she be bent over the grill of that magnificent machine? I can hear it now:

“Wife, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times! It’s not OK to speed through stop signs in the desert. I don’t care if you can see a mile in both directions, you still can’t see the highway patrolman parked behind the bushes. And a man in my position can not afford to be seen to have a reckless wife! Now pull over on that side rode, take off your clothes, and bend over the hood. I’ll be back presently with a switch….”

You’ll surely enjoy this nice switching vignette from Red Sneaker Diaries:

At his direction, I leaned against a log on the upwards slope, my bum cheeks blushing in the hot sun. He stepped over to the nearby path and searched for a moment, selecting a branch and examining it just at the edge of my peripheral vision. He must have been satisfied with what he saw because the next thing I knew he was behind me, grunting as green branch whistled through the air before it sharply sliced against my bottom.

I yelped and jerked, shocked at the severity of the sensation that one little innocent branch was imparting on my tender flesh. Although the branch was as thick as our cane at home, it forked many times over into small and smaller twigs, and each little piece felt like it was scratching me. I complained, only to have additional strokes laid onto my backside.

Just a hot little scene from a hot little scene of DirtyTalkinGirl’s:

With a brazen grin, I spread myself under your hairy bulk and cranked my hips, inviting you to fuck me right then and there, but no, you got up.

Flipped me and hauled me across your lap.

Alarmed, I asked, “What are you—-?” but the first stroke of your hand knocked the breath out of me along with the rest of the question.

“I‘m going to teach you to obey.”

Classic spanking literature (especially the naughty schoolgirl stuff) is full of unruly young ladies getting smacked on their palms or fingers with a tawse or a strap. Apparently, this was in real life a popular punishment with vicious nuns and their ilk, presumably because it hurts like hell while preserving the modesty of the young ladies in question. It’s not much seen in adult spanking play, which is probably a good thing — the hands are far more fragile than the buttocks, full of tiny little fragile bones, nerves, and tendons. It’s riskier play, and thus not for everyone. Photos can be fun, though, especially if you enjoy pained expressions:

From Real Spankings, which is part of the Real Spankings Pass family of spanking sites. More pictures in this gallery from Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.

John from Leather Thorn Paddles (whose quality spanking merchandise is emphatically Spanking Blog approved) wrote in to tell us about his Name That Paddle contest. If you come up with the best name for this prototype addition to his catalog, you can win it!

Hmm, I think I’d call it the “Waffle Iron”.

Here’s a handy list from My Bottom Smarts of the virtues of spanking marks :

Ten Reasons Why Marks Aren’t So Bad

10. Turn-on for partner
9. Fun topic of conversation
8. Reminder to not misbehave
7. Demonstrates submission
6. Prevents becoming a couch potato
5. Edgy fashion statement
4. Spanking souvenir
3. Moderates subsequent spankings
2. Badge of honor
1. Excellent opportunity to complain

There’s just a lot of grumpy spanking people in these pictures from Lupus Spanking. These two look pretty sour:

And, for more obvious reasons, so does this girl:

Here’s a funny panel from an old Batman comic:

Three cheers for jocular paternalism!

Here’s another threatened bastinado picture; the cute-but-awkward bondage posture invites lots of spankings, but the feet are right there handy too:

From this shoot at Hogtied.

See Also:

• Bastinado In The Barn
• Saturday Morning Bastinado
• A Touch Of Bastinado

Fred is, quite simply, an evil genius. It seems Patty was playing with fire (mealworms in the meal, if you can believe anyone could be so bratty) and this was her just reward:

“I’ll be back before noon. While I’m gone you carve yourself a ginger plug, set it in some water and then go lay out every implement we own on the bed. I’ll call you when we’re on the way in and tell you what’s next.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

I looked up into Fred’s eyes and they were twinkling. “You’re the one who wanted to play a game of what’s in the food. How about we follow that up with a game of what’s in the hand?”

“Honey?” I was confused at first.

“You heard me, we’ll play what’s in my hand. You’re going to get a spanking this afternoon Patricia, I’ll give you five solid smacks with every implement in the toy box, you guess which one I use each time. Get it right, you get a kiss, get it wrong and you get a sound punishment with it.” He grinned and laughed at my expression. “Sound like fun brat?”

“No!” I complained. It was an intriguing idea, I had to give him that, but some of our toys are not funny.

“You should have thought of that before you put secret ingredients in my food.”

Genius, I say. Fred gives me the best ideas….

I like hearing this almost-suprised-sounding explanation of how she liked getting paddled:

But he had that paddle in his hand. He told me to hold onto my bed. (It’s a canopy bed, so I could hold onto the upper bar.) I held onto the bar and spread my legs. He hit my ass with the paddle. The first few hits didn’t hurt. I think he was being careful, seeing what it could do and what I could take. I had the blue lights on, but I turned the bedside lamp on, said, “You want to see how red my ass is?” Because, yeah, it started to sting.

I can’t even explain what this was like. I tried to get my mind around it, to understand it, but I’m not sure I can. It hurt. But I endured it, and I liked it, and I wanted to see how much I could take. I held onto the bed, and hung my head, and just felt. It was so intense. I liked it, and I liked that he liked doing it. I didn’t want to cry or to tell him to stop. When he touched my pussy, he said I was so wet he was surprised I wasn’t dripping. If he’d have done it a little longer, I probably would have.

From Kiss N Tell Confessions.

Of course all spanked “schoolgirls” in porn must be fully adult women, no matter how many bobby sox and pony tails they display. And that’s just as it should be — we wouldn’t have it any other way. But sometimes putting a schoolgirl outfit on an adult woman crosses the line from fun fantasy to just plain funny. Take this gallery, for instance. Lots of text about young ladies and headmasters and pointless knicker regulations, plus this curvacious young beauty pulling down her panties:

Does she get spanked? Of course!

But then she turns around to show us her pretty pout. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’m sure it’s her pout the photographer wanted to highlight.

Uh, hello….

She’s cute and all (I suppose I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers) but after being in the same grade (same form?) for six or seven years, you’d think the headmaster would pass her on out into adult society, so she could get on with enjoying her vast, er, tracts of land. Unless he’s just having too much fun with all the caning?

Here’s another classic vintage spanking photograph from Usenet:

Is that a paddleball paddle, do you think?

Sarah had a happy birthday:

Well, kids, I had an AWESOME birthday! At exactly the stroke of midnight, three girls started singing happy birthday to me in my dorm. Embarassed, I started to crawl under one of the suite chairs, unknowingly leaving my derrier vulnerable to spanking. I took a couple and then went shrieking into the other side of the suite where the girls wrestled me into taking the rest of my twenty-two spankings. We then ate caramel apples, which resulted in caramel all over the place, including my shirt, my face, and Jessi’s hair.