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Oh, to live the fine high life of an itinerant magician, with a kinky below-stage secret!

“A volunteer from the audience? Ah-hah! Pretty lady, you’ll do nicely. Just step into this cage please…”

“Ladies and Gentlement, behold! Now you see her, now you don’t!”

Meanwhile, below the stage, it’s a fast round of bondage, flogging, spanking, and quickie forced sex:

They have it right in the army: never volunteer for anything.

You can see the rest of this kinky magic show here, courtesy of Sex And Submission.

There’s really nothing funnier in the world than Smurf porn. I could swear I’d blogged this Smurf spanking before, but I can’t find it in my archives, so perhaps not:

Sorry the image is not larger; if you happen to have this in larger size, an emailed file donation would be appreciated.

Update: Thanks to Timothy for a larger version, and to someone else for pointing out that this is not Papa Smurf (who has a beard):

She’s over the knee of a very handsome teacher, if I can be any judge, and he’s got a good firm grip on her pony tail. You ladies with a schoolgirl thing happening should enjoy this one:

Ah, the joys of life as a phone sex operator during the Thanksgiving holidays:

Setting: Thanksgiving Day, 2001, dressed head to toe in sweats with big fuzzy wool socks, with my arm up the behind of a turkey stuffing it. (nice mental isn’t it, hehehe)

Call: One male, Dominant who wants a submissive slave girl.

So the phone rings, here I am stuffing the turkey for dinner, yet I answer the phone. I hear this voice tell me in a demanding voice, I want a slave girl, well heck I’m game. So, off I go to run his charge, when it goes through, schlepping back to the kitchen he asks me, “Where are you?” “Oh, master I purr, I’m on my bed waiting further instruction.”

Reality check, I’m back in the kitchen stuffing the turkey

He tells me, how naughty I’ve been and that I need a spanking, so ok I’m game for this. He asks “do you have a wooden spoon?” “Yes Sir” I reply, reaching over to grab a wooden spoon from the thingy majiggy that holds all my kitchen utensils. Then I hear, “slave I want to hear you spank your rear end NOW”, “Ok, I reply” all he hears is a resounding TWHAP, “again slave” THWAP. A couple more loud thwaps and he hangs up, obviously completing his business.

Yes, if you were following along in the beginning of the story, I whacked the holy heck out of my turkey’s breast, tenderizing it like no ones business, and you bet I slid that turkey into the oven, damn fine turkey if I do say so myself!

Screencaps from the Lupus Spanking site are on the menu today. First we have a little artwork I like to all “Apprehension”:

And next we have the prettiest little bit of begging for mercy you’re ever likely to see:

Of course, it does not work.

A few days ago there was a quick dustup in my comments as Spanking Blog visitors briefly began to fight the ancient “spanking is all about sex / oh no it isn’t!” wars. As several commenters pointed out, spankings aren’t always about pleasure. Or, at least, not exclusively so.

Case in point: Here’s Mistress Sky, describing a caning she took in the spirit of religious sacrifice, one she wouldn’t have taken for pleasure, though indeed she seems to have found pleasure enough before and after:

I have an almost pathological dislike of the cane – when used on me. That’s probably why I don’t use it to its full potential in play. I’ll have to pursue that thought at some time!

At the celebration of Samhain and for the transition from Old year to the New one, we had to make a personal sacrifice. Being the creature with a multitude of fetish-likes that I am, I find it hard to come up with something that I will literally suffer, in order to make that sacrifice meaningful. Apart, that is, from taking a caning.

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To set the scene – the circle is open, the candles are lit, the massage table is in position, the incense is burning and assails the senses.

We are wearing very little – just enough to heighten the experience and add more energy to the Ritual. He puts on the blindfold and the soft darkness is all I see. Instantly, all my other sense are sharper, I’m more aware of noise, touch and sounds.

He leads me to the table, bends me over it and proceeds to warm up his “sacrificial lamb”…

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The Master of my heart continues with the paddle – teasing me first with the furry-sided one and then the pink, slappy paddle comes into play. I’m feeling intense warmth and pleasure-pain, but, at the same time, in the back of my mind, I know that the cane will soon make its presence felt and I can’t help it. I begin to tremble, in anxious anticipation.

I know there will be pain, bad pain, pain I dislike, but I must bear it – this is the sacrifice I am making.

While these thoughts are chasing across my mind and interrupting the pleasurable sensations, the first stroke lands. I cry out and rear up in shock. I shake my head and moan. He holds me and murmurs to me, but I don’t hear words, I just feel that blow. Knowing that He loves me so much and that He doesn’t want to cause me more pain than pleasure, I get back into position, awaiting the next stroke, determined to continue.

“Ready?” he asks, quietly. I nod and although I shouldn’t, I tense. I can’t help it.

You see, I asked for this caning, it’s important to us that I take it. Each stroke is agony, although the tiny strokes in between the ‘real’ ones could become pleasant – something to explore in the future. My boundaries could be extended…

He stops at the required number – designated by me – and we embrace. He removes the gag and gently wipes the dribble from my cheek. (I forgot to mention the gag. Well we wouldn’t want the neighbours complaining, now, would we?) But the blindfold remains. The resentment is compartmentalised (to be released later – but it’s not
directed at my love, only at the bloody cane) and there is Staff Worship to enjoy. I enjoy the taste and the feel of His staff in my mouth and adoring it is no hard task.

Author Rachel Kramer Bussel wrote a spanking column for The Village Voice last week, and since Spanking Blog got a mention and a link, it seems only fair that I return the favor. The column’s somewhat in the nature of a standard “explaining spanking to the vanillas” article, without a great deal that will seem fresh to readers of this blog. However, it is kink-sympathetic and fairly accurate, which is pretty good for mainstream press treatment.

(Yes, I know; by calling the Village Voice “mainstream press” I’m shocking the generation older than me. But hey, if you chop down trees and smear ink on them, that’s mainstream these days.)

Here we see a girl in trouble, getting a little corner time before her caning. Just enough to make her anxious, while he gets out his canes and checks them over.

What’s this? Six extra for peeking!

From this gallery at Girls Boarding School.

See Also:

• Enforced Corner Time

Arguing with Master can be expensive. So expensive that A Subtle Slavegirl wound up counting everything for a little while:

I wasn’t deliberately trying to goad him into changing his mind. I just thought he was being unreasonable.

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375 strokes of Mr. Strap later. I was thinking about my poor botty and how bruised it was going to be. I didn’t even have to wait until the next day because an hour later the bruises were starting to bloom. And here I was thinking that my bum had stopped bruising…lol.

Thwack x 141 then 5 minutes of recovery time. Thwack x 117 and then 5 minutes of relaxation time for him. Thwack x 117 then 5 more minutes of his relaxation time. My thought process had just dissolved into numbers and as I bobbed up and down on his cock more numbers were streaming through my head, “Up, one, down, two, up, three…”

Comic book spankings are always fun, but this one is classic:

Found here at Vintage Spanking Photos.

See Also:

• Batman Gives A Spanking
• Lois Lane's Robot Spanking
• Comic Book Spanking: The Phantom
• Batman Threatens A Spanking
• Superhero Spankings
• Spanked Superheroine

This photo was sent to me by a reader (Thanks, Rob!) who believes it to be the work of famous fashion photographer Helmut Newton. The look seems right to me, but I can’t confirm it. Anybody?

Update: A comment by Jack that didn’t make it through moderation due to some issues with link formatting provides a page that seems to confirm the Helmut Newton provenance of this photo. Thanks, Jack!

This schoolgirl punishment picture is almost too wonderful. It’s like a perfect image from fantasy, something you’d expect to see in one of those brightly-colored Japanese anime porn computer games, rather than being composed on a film set using human models. Taking down her panties with the hand holding the cane is a very nice visual touch:

From Spanking Online.

See Also:

• Innocent White Panties, Hot Bondage Sex
• The "Panty Grab" Spanking Hold
• Prettiest Caned Bottom
• Nettles In Their Panties
• Panties, Who Needs 'Em?

I’ve posted many a spanking picture from Burning Man in the past, but here’s a whole collection of Burning Man spanking pictures — almost fifty of ‘em. This one sample will give you the idea:

See Also:

• SpongeBob Spanking
• Public Spanking At Burning Man

It seems Abel had a dream in which his Haron and a spanko houseguest misbehaved together. A good dream:

We’d just finished eating dinner – a dinner throughout which she and Haron had misbehaved; a stern final warning had been issued, but to no avail. Whether something got broken or spilt I can’t tell you, but the switch flicked: two giggling girls were suddenly still, silent.

“Go to your rooms.”

Serious, worried now as they walked upstairs.

I let them wait. Gave them time to contemplate. Knew that each of my belated footsteps on the stairs would make their heart beat a little faster.

To the study, first, to pick up the cane. Malacca; incredibly flexible; incredibly effective. Then I opened the door to the spare room. Our friend stood up, biting her lip, eyeing the cane. “I shall deal with you in a few minutes. Put on your pyjamas and get ready for bed.”

Next I headed into the main bedroom, where Haron was waiting…

This rigorous bondage caning photo from Hogtied.com shows the value of really good bondage. Sure, the lovely and talented Devon Lee is looking askance (literally) at the cane menacing her tootsies, but we all know her real worry is where the cane will fall next, when she’s tied so open and vulnerable:

If you look at the free photo gallery, there’s explicit frontal shot of Devon being flogged in this position; and one of the free movies shows more of the caning you’d expect.

And, speaking of frontal shots, here’s a bonus hogtie with vulnerable breasts from Bondage Blog.

See Also:

• Very Sore Feet
• Bastinado In The Barn
• She's In Trouble!

Here’s a piece of erotic spanking illustration from that bygone era when anti-clerical themes were a staple of underground erotic art. We’ve got a friar or monk or some such in an extreme state of excitation, swinging the birch on a blindfolded woman:

See Also:

• Priest Spanking Latex Nun
• Betith The Maidin, Thakketh The Wench
• Spanking Penance, The Big Version
• Monk Flogging Nude Girl
• Nun Spanking

An neat little treasure trove of vintage spanking photos was discovered and displayed here (thanks to Sexoteric for the link). Don’t miss them!

But the gem of the collection has to be this little two page spanking letter from 1957:

Chicago, Illinois, June 22, 1957

Dear John,

Although I can’t write a good letter, this is a note to let you know I’m your little twelve year old spanking girl.

This is what happens: When I have been naughty and am to be spanked, I am to get undressed, put on stockings and high-heeled shoes. If I have been very naughty, you will use that big ruler; not real naughty, the strap (we no longer have a small ruler); just a little naughty, your hand. You will administer ten whacks on each cheek of my hynie.

After you have finished, I am to put my arms around you, kiss you and tell you I love you. I am to show you my pussy, ask you if you don’t think it’s pretty, and tell you it’s all yours.

Some note, huh?

Love,
Cora

Please throw this away.

P.S. I forgot to say: You put me over your knees, and you spank!

Bad John, he didn’t throw Cora’s note away. But then again, would you have?

This spanking scene from Real Spankings rather tickles my fancy. The look on her face is special; it’s as if she can’t decide whether to be astonished by the pain of her spanking, or pissed off about getting spanked:

More here.

Here’s a filk song with spanking in it, to the tune of Black Velvet Band, discovered over at Bondage Blog:

So beware all you randy young fellows,
When a lassie takes advantage of ye.
Enjoy it as long as you like, me boys,
Then turn her right over your knee.

From Master Fitz we get an account of how he caned his brat to many tears and orgasms:

I took brat by her lead and led her, still in chains, up to our bedroom. Once I’d swapped my leather cuffs for handcuffs and secured her to the bed, I played with her clit mercilessly, bringing her to such a huge climax that I swear her thrashings could have pulled the rungs right out of our pine headboard.

Then I flipped her over, inserted our largest dildo into her eager pussy and pumped it until she was on the verge of another orgasm. And then the spanking began. I swiftly set up a rhythmic pace, spanking each cheek in turn, reasonably lightly, intending that the repetetive stinging pressure would take her into the pleasure zone - which it did, with a couple of rests while I pumped the dildo into her until she came on it. After a couple of rests, and with her starting to come out with the odd “Ouch”, I increased the tempo, spanking hard and fast on each cheek repetetively - which I know brat finds incredibly uncomfortable.

Her breath started coming in ragged gasps and the “ouches” became more regular. Twice she used our “halfway house” safeword to give herself a break, during which I again pumped the dildo in and out of her gushing pussy, bringing her to a state of almost constant orgasm for the whole of her rest periods.

After maybe ten minutes of this rhythm, I realised to my disappointment that it would probably be beyond my strength to cause enough pain to make her cry with mere spanking, so I decided to switch to the cane.

My brat moaned with resignation when I told her, but as she was once again being fucked, it may have been something else.

I started lightly with the cane - not entirely sure why, I think it may have been some instinct that told me to probe her limits carefully, to not take her directly to whatever place in the serious spanko’s mind where the tears flow like water.

However, it seems that her well punished - an in fact already bruised - bottom wasn’t going to take much more and a few medium strength lashes had her weeping and begging for another rest. I reluctantly went back to hand spanking, but then had a revelation - a moment, it must be said, of clarity.

The reaction I’d seen in my brat when I caned her was exactly the reaction I wanted to see.

I stopped my ministrations with the dildo and informed her I would be going back to the cane and that we were so close to the climax of what we were trying to achieve…

I made her cum a couple more times, failing to leave the dildo inside her as by now she was so completely soaked that it wouldn’t stay put, then I starte in with the cane once more.

Within a couple of strokes I had her telling me it was really bad, then the tears started - and kept on coming.

Fighting with my desire not to hurt her too much, I kept on landing stroke after stroke, listening to her sobs, marvelling as they actually changed from light but strong weeping to deep gasping sobs as the blows kept landing. Eventually I let her rest, kissing her and reassuring her like I had for the last few rest stops. Then I tentatively began pumping the dildo again, wondering what her reaction would be.

The reaction was that she came again immediately, still in tears. I was blown away, and vastly encouraged. By this point, the leaked lubricant from her deeply filled pussy was coating the insides of her thighs maybe halfway to her knees.

I don’t know what effect a good coating of oil has on the feel of a caning. Anybody out there with first-hand experience? But I imagine that oily skin, like wet skin, would intensify the effects. Certainly in these movie clips from Sex And Submission, the young lady bent back over the rack/wheel contraption seems to be having an intense experience:

Like heck he’s not:

What happened on Friday was funny. When I put on the schoolgirl uniform, to take the pictures, I had nothing on my mind, except for the pics, like I said. But after I checked them on my computer, Jack started turning off half of the lights in the house and covering the windows. Now, if Jack does that, you know what’s coming…

Fast forwarding…

My panties came down. I was again wearing some thin stupid stuff - I am so dumb! He slapped some more, making me turn left and right, but my hands never left the bed. Then I heard the swish, and his belt came out of his belt loops.

I got ten hard ones. He counted them and had to repeat a couple of strokes, because I was jumping forwards a bit too much - even if after each stroke, I was bringing my butt back for another stroke.

He explained to me calmly that he wasn’t interested in my butt being out of reach, but being presented for his belt in the correct position. He adjusted my position: “This is what I want. Not there, not here, but right *here*. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Besides, why do you tense? You said the belt doesn’t hurt, right?” “Yes… but this is different!” Of course it was. I thought it wouldn’t hurt… as usual, I was wrong! But ten finished.

And he went to get the hairbrush. That thing stings! He covered my bum all around with it. He loves catching both cheeks with one hit. He said that. I witnessed it.

When the spanking was done and I was sore, he went for sex. He was damn hard! And he says spanking is not his thing? For God’s sake! If it’s not his thing, why was his gun so fucking loaded?

Good question!

From Brat Under Control.

There’s a funny post over at The Punishment Book in which Haron describes how she got spanked for locking Abel out of their house:

We Punishment Book babes get spanked for a variety of reasons, and some times our misdeeds are pretty contradictory. We simply can’t use each other’s experience for guidance. One day I’ll be spanked for working too hard, and then Mija will be spanked for not working hard enough. One day Sparkle is in trouble for not locking the front door - and guess what I get strapped for next.

Abel arrived home the other night to find the front door latched. He doesn’t like this. I always have the latch on, particularly when it’s almost midnight, and I’m alone in the house, but when he’s due to come home from a trip, I unlatch it before he comes back.

Or anyway, I’m *supposed* to unlatch it. Unless I forget. Or put the latch back on automatically. When this happens, I usually hear a crash as Abel tries to open the door, and then some very bad words when he fails.

Only this time, there was a crash - and complete silence. Bad words were mentally provided by me, because I’d suddenly remembered that last time this happened he’d promised me retribution. I wondered whether it would be safer just to leave him outside, but then figured that at some point I’d have to leave the house to get food and stuff, and by that time he’d be really unhappy, so I sighed and trotted to the door.

[Wise decision. -Ed.]

‘You’ll be spanked for this,’ were his first words.

‘Hello to you too,’ I said. I really wanted to explain to him about serial killers, monsters from the outer space, and maniacs who get into your house *just* as you’re about to have a shower, but thankfully I was too tired to say anything witty, so we just hugged and went to bed.

This could happen at our house. Bethie locks everything. I swear, that woman could be alone in the Space Shuttle in a retrograde polar orbit, and when she climbed into that little sleeping shelf and pulled the curtain closed, she’d try to lock it. She claims it’s to keep the “boogie man” out. If you laugh, she explains in all seriousness that “boogie man” is just shorthand for … well, Haron’s list sounds pretty familiar: serial killers, monsters from the outer space, maniacs, whatever.

Me, I don’t even lock my car unless it’s got something worth stealing inside, which is, generally speaking, never. I’m always going SLAM! against something Bethie’s locked for no obvious reason. But I never thought to spank her for it. Hmmm, nice idea!