Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Y’all know how I like facial reaction shots. Here’s a Girls Boarding School girl “enjoying” her punishment:

From Tea and Oranges, a pussy spanking anecdote:

A few days ago, we were in bed kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, and things were getting a little heated. “I want you to spank me,” she said. At this point, we still felt tentative about how we were going to proceed forward, sexually. We knew we still wanted to incorporate elements of D/s, but we also knew that we needed to move away from the restrictive definitions of that and find our own way, our own Tao (more on that later). I certainly did want to spank her. I longed for it.

“Present your ass for spanking,” I said. She got on all fours and raised her ass up and out, waiting for sting of my hand. I grabbed a fistfull of hair at the back of her head with one hand and spanked her ass but good. I had her lay on her back and pinched her nipples and spanked her breasts as I kneeled above her. “Stroke my cock,” I ordered, and she obeyed. I laid next to her and again closed my fingers around a thick rope of her long hair.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded. Again she obeyed. I spanked her pussy, which she loves, but it often reaches a point where it becomes quite intense for her. Every other time in our lives when I’ve done this and she said to stop I had stopped.

But not this time.

“Stop…” she whispered once. I kept slapping her juicy wet labia. It made the most delicious smacking sound. She bucked and twisted her hips and tried to close her legs. “Open your legs,” I commanded in a curt tone, and gave her hair a hard tug. “No… stop…” she whispered. I put my mouth right up against her ear and whispered as quietly as I could: “You don’t want me to stop…”

And I kept smacking that pussy until she came.

We lay there afterwards, and after a while I said, “You’re welcome.”

A few minutes later, she said, “Thank you for not stopping.”

What do a dozen cute girls do when they get to the beach? Why, they spank each other, of course!

It’s so sad, have you ever seen a young lady in worse need of a spanking?

You would think she’d realize she’s in no position to cop that sort of attitude!

From Bondage Blog.

Here are some “preparing for a whipping” shots from Pain Gate. I do like the gritty outdoor post-industrial setting:

Fair warning: the sample photos here are relatively mild compared to the serious whipping photographs that predominate at Pain Gate, so proceed at your own discretion.

See Also:

• A Whipping In The Sun
• Whipping Post Picnic
• Girl/Girl Martinet Whipping
• Pain Toy Whipping
• FemDom Bondage Whipping

Bad girls should reform immediately. Why? Because somewhere out there, this scary-looking guy is lurking with his “The Enforcer: Bad Girls Beware…” paddle and a bucket of hair gel:

{shudder}

Much as I always enjoy reading Tiny Nibbles, I sometimes get lost over there trying to follow Violet Blue through her world of fire-breathing machines, fast-paced literary projects, and wild San Francisco parties populated by amazing characters. On Thursday she paused to share with us a more personal update, and (oh yummy!) it seems to have included one heck of a belt spanking:

She hurt me. We were in a suite high above the city; she’s a wealthy power femme who doesn’t live here and we only see each other about twice a year. She flew to see me. The hotel room was breathtaking, and once inside with the door locked, her black designer gown slid off her shoulders revealing nothing underneath, save her high, high heels. She came close and smelled like chocolate; she removed my glasses and kissed me until I felt like she’d broken all my bones and put me back together again. Later, after we’d explored each other with lips and hands and tongues and toys and slaps and bites, she set to work with my (SRL) Carhart belt. She took pictures.

Sadly, Violet hasn’t blogged the pictures. Which in any case wasn’t (as the man in the song says) very likely, and we didn’t expect it. But I can assure you that if she does happen to put up some eight-and-a-half-by-eleven color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what it was about, you’ll hear about them here ASAP.

I like this flogging posture (from Sex And Submission) quite a bit more than the usual tied-up-to-the-rafters scene:

And besides, we don’t all have rafters. But who doesn’t have a chair?

When it comes to spankings, it’s always wise to give a woman what she wants. But not always exactly what she wants, only that and nothing else, just in the way she’s expecting it. As Madeline makes clear, a little suprise can be good:

I backed up to the edge of the mattress and Thomas lowered his face to my cunt, smelling and tasting my juices through the lace, talking about pretty pussies and asses. He looked at me and said, “What am I going to do with you?”

I looked pointedly to the chair in the corner, where I’d laid out the flogger.

“You need a flogging?”

I nodded.

I really did. More than an orgasm, which I can give myself daily, I wanted pain and the suspension of time and space.

The flogger isn’t painful, but it does have a great sound, and the reddening effect it has on my skin is an added bonus. Plus, ever since I taught him to use it, Thomas has made several references to it, wondering when he’d get to use it again.

I stood bent over the bed, legs spread and he ran his palms over my ass, “Such a smooth, pretty ass…”

I sighed, raising up on my toes, aching to feel the first strike.

It came from his palm. The surprise made my breath catch in my throat. The burn made my cunt tingle. I was wet and smiling, my face turned to the side as it rested on the mattress.

He alternated between the flogger and his hands, remarking on the redness of my skin and the heat it radiated.

“You like it when I smack your ass?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

According to this site, the photo below shows Ricardo Montalban giving a spanking at a South Pacific cast party:

If you like costume dramas plus welts, you’ll enjoy the new video download site Discipline In Russia, in which pretty girls are harshly punished by people in brightly-colored traditional Russian folk dress:

At this site: lots of caning, birching, and pretty girls crying over sore bottoms while half the kolkhoz stands around looking stern.

See Also:

• Discipline In Russia
• Russian Girls Crying
• Severe Dungeon Birchings
• Her First Punishment
• Leon Trotsky Whipping Two Nude Girls

From a news story (popup warning) out of Scotland:

A LEADING Scottish politician attended a swingers’ club and asked to be spanked with red PVC gloves, a court was told yesterday.

Tommy Sheridan, the former leader of the Scottish Socialist Party (SSP), was then said to have asked party colleagues to lie about his behaviour by backing his public denial of newspaper allegations against him…

Gotta love those specific spanking fantasies. Red PVC? Well, he is a socialist….

There seems to be a groundswell of public concern about what the cops call “distracted driving” — namely, folks trying to talk on the cell phone while driving. Hands-free setups surely help, but perhaps not enough?

As I drove home in traffic, my mind was more pleasantly occupied: thinking about all the naughty things I wanted G to do to me, and telling him about them via modern technology and my bluetooth headset. I described in quite vivid detail, how I wanted him to spank me, abuse my tits, gag me with his hard cock and force his huge prick up my tight asshole.

It’s always hard to tell a grimace from a grin, but this young lady seems to be enjoying the heck out of her bright red ass and the process of getting it:

From Red Ass Teens. [Links broke and were removed.]

In the August ’06 issue of Best Life magazine (a men’s lifestyle magazine in the model of Esquire) there’s a spanking moment in a “What I Wish Men Knew” filler piece by Lisa Jones. (These filler pieces are the moral equivalent of the “Ten Sex Tips For The Beach” bits of fluff that fill a certain type of woman’s magazine.) This one reads:

“Love and respect comes with spanking privileges.”

Of course, smart men everywhere already knew that, but it’s nice to see it get said right out in public.

All credit to The Spanking Writers for finding this press clipping about the spanking habits of notorious burlesque queen Dita Von Teese:

Burlesque artist Dita Von Teese admits she loves to be spanked by new husband Marilyn Manson. Shortly before getting married in Ireland last week the sexy brunette said: “I’m into bondage. I think it’s really fun, and I love playing the part of the damsel in distress. The feeling is amazing when someone spanks me right.

I really like the spanking/caning bench featured in this photo from Whipped Pussy, not to mention the anguished look of anticipation you can see on the model’s face. She’s already got the healthy red glow of a good all-over flogging, so we can all expect that big cane is gonna hurt:

Did you ever have one of those insane teachers (or, worse yet, an insane parent) who thought that your posture was somehow linked to your ability to learn or read or study? Always riding you to sit up straight, put your feet flat on the floor, or whatever?

Well, now we have evidence (testimony from Mija) that proper posture does indeed make one see things more clearly:

I apologized and it seemed to be over.

…

Seemed to be over until about 12 hours later when I was being held firmly over his knee. I apologized again. It’s funny how clearly in the wrong I can feel from this position.

I’ve had a lot of fun “testing” canes on Bethie when she’s wearing tight blue jeans. You’ve got to admit there’s something special about well-filled denim, and it entirely thwarts any risk of cutting or breaking the skin with a too-vigorous stroke, so there’s no reason not to put my whole arm into it. And yet, a good strong stroke seems to get every bit as much reaction as a lesser stroke does on bare skin. Good clean fun!

Thus I enjoy (and hope you too will enjoy) this photo sequence of a bad girl being caned over her jeans, from Girls Boarding School:

Now she’s kicking up a foot:

And now she’s kicking up both feet! I think she can feel that:

Of course, the pants eventually do come off, and she’s got some very pretty welts to show you.

A lot of folks into this spanking thing try to keep it fluffy and fun, and that’s OK. But I think it’s important to remember that for some folks, it’s a lot more intense, and they are still enjoying themselves. A happy Annissa reports:

Master has been home since early Wednesday afternoon… this makes me a very happy slavegirl.

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Those few hours we had alone when He first got home were incredibly intense. Within minutes of Him walking thru the door, I was bent over His desk with my skirt raised to bare my ass and Him standing behind me with His favorite cane. This was no tender homecoming. He was swift and brutal. Blood lust. It was quite obvious that He’d missed hurting me as much as I’d missed taking His pain. And pain was definitely what He was out for. Stroke after stroke, He lined my ass and the backs of my thighs from top to bottom and back again. No warm up, no preparation. The very first blow caused me to cry out, by the third tears were falling freely and long before He landed ten I was cursing the pain. He was relentless. Not allowing the pain to subside at all from the last stroke before delivering the next. There was screaming and squirming and begging for it to stop. He laughed at me when I begged for it to end and told me that He wasn’t finished until He had blood. I can’t adequately explain the mind fuck it is knowing that the pain isn’t going to end… that it is only about to get much worse… when you already feel like you’ve taken all you can. The mix of fear and excitement. Knowing that it’s exciting the Sadist in Him to be using me this way makes my cunt throb. He relishes my tears… my suffering arouses Him… finally, my blood appeases Him and He relents. He leaves me with 5 weeping cuts rather evenly distributed over ass and thighs. One on each thigh, two on one side of my arse and one on the other. Welted and swollen… hot to the touch.

Before I could catch my breath He was stripped from the waist down and standing behind me while I’m still leaned over His desk… He grabs my hips and I feel His cock against me. Ramming Himself inside me… fucking me raw, hard, primal like. Like an animal. His thrusts were violent and incessant. Greedy. He was using me for His own gratification, my pleasure wasn’t of concern to Him. In that moment… I was nothing more than a hole to piston His cock in and out of. A body to take His Sadistic desires out on. He fucked me so hard that soon we were both covered in sweat. Salty, moist flesh slapping those freshly laid cuts and tender ridges that covered my ass and thighs. That was rather excruciating actually. It hurt more than one might think and was in fact harder to tolerate that the vicious cunt pounding. When His body started to stick to mine I began to squeal in sounds comparable to those of a stuck pig.

As suddenly as He started… He stopped fucking me. He stopped long enough to give me a long and *really* fucking hard spanking. Simple and no nonsense. Still bent over the desk… cunt dripping wet now. His bare hand against my naked ass and thighs. I think I’d forgotten how much He can make just His hand hurt my ass when He wants to. Freshly caned and fucked only made me even more sensitive and vulnerable to His palm…

From Spanking Writers we hear of Haron’s public spanking in a busy park, while her partner in crime stood guard:

In the wooded part of the garden we wandered upon a secluded clearing a handy bench in it. The benches there are all very pretty, and are begging to be sat on. So, Abel did that. Characteristically, instead of letting me sit next to him, he pulled me over his lap and set about spanking me – quite hard, I’ll have you know. I had been careless enough to wear a skirt; Abel reached underneath it and tugged down my panties.

Our friend, a very shy girl, looked more horrified than I felt. She helpfully stood guard on the path while I got my first bare-bottom spanking in a public garden. It was short, stingy, a little scary and very tasty. A few smacks later Abel pulled my panties back up, smoothed down my skirt, and we continued our walk. (And if you’re wondering how outrageous Abel’s behaviour was, bear in mind that this garden gets over a hundred thousand visitors a year, and many of them appeared to be there on the day.)