Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

It’s been a long time since I posted anything from Spanked Cutie, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this healthy full-bottomed red glow:

You can see more of this toasted bottom here.

There’s nothing unpredictable about this story, but it’s still fun. I purely love that first moment of outraged shock when a girl discovers that a new implement she’s been secretly wanting actually hurts:

We spent a couple of days visiting friends. I was a good girl while we were away, but I really wanted to stay at our friends yesterday longer than D was going to allow so I was upset in the car on the way home. I pouted and I didn’t want to talk in the car. D kept saying he was going to get a paddle soon and keep it around “for when you’re a bad girl like right now!”. I really didn’t think he meant so soon beause the second we got back around home we ran a few errands and he took me to get one.

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We went to the store and D took me right up to this wall with paddles hanging on it. He looked around and picked the one I had to get. Then he walked up to the register and said that I had to get the paddle off the wall and bring it to him and the lady at the register. Which, was not fun!

The paddle is leather…and a little flexible. IT STINGS!!!

From Dolli Be Good.

Eva has a deep philosophical post up about that ancient and notorious philosophical quandry known as the mind-buttocks duality:

After that we went to bed.

I really wasn’t in the mood but I knew I could probably be persuaded… especially if he got the Hitachi out for me to play with.

Things were progressing nicely when he stretched across the bed and reached under it. We keep two items there.

The Hitachi.

And the crop.

While my mind was thinking “Please oh please let it be the Hitachi” my butt was thinking “No way, dude. We want (yes we.. there’s two of them back there, yes?) the crop.”

My butt won. It was the crop.

It was also the best spanking I’ve ever had. Aren’t they all? Hehehehe…. He really nailed me with some fast, hard strokes. And when he entered me from behind he continued the spanking. That’s the best. The absolute best.

Given the inherent difficulty of transcribing internal conversations, we shall pass lightly over the apparent fact that Eva’s buttocks address her mind as “dude”.

We’ve all grimaced at the mood-killer effect of spanking models cracking up with laughter during a supposedly oh-so-serious punishment scene. But sometimes it can be a lot of fun, especially in a more light-hearted production:

That’s “Kmillia” laughing her head off in a spanking-and-sex video from Far East Media. (You can see this clip of Kmillia for free on the “tour” page; currently she’s about the fourteenth model down).

Far East Media is of course one of the few sites to acknowledge spanking as foreplay, featuring videos that begin with spanking and after the (sometimes light and laughable, sometimes quite heavy) spankings, move smartly along to the hardcore sex (including, sometimes, oral and anal sex). So they don’t need to take the spankings quite so seriously. Here’s a gallery showing what I mean; watch “Brandy” trying not very hard to hide her laughter during the first video.

See Also:

• Spanking And Laughing

In which Amber speculates about the advantages of a bit of bondage mixed with her spankings:

When he comes back, we will be trying some handcuffs and the door-jam-what-ya-call-em - I think that a woman thus restrained will be provide for a more efficient punishment administration - no sliding onto the floor in agony and hence having to be directed back up into the position by the hair (an O-ring on the collar would be useful for that), although the same is often accomplished by a tender rub on the cheek and the gentle “get up”; no turning around after an especially hard stroke; the unlimited access to breast strapping and those exquisite caresses only he can deliver (nipples getting caught between the tails of the tawse as it brushes over the bare flesh is way hot).

And, of course, the full control of the pool of wetness between my legs. He could even blindfold me with a scarf if he felt like it and then play with ice - which is something he likes to do especially when I am blindfolded because otherwise I don’t let him - come on, we didn’t have ice in our drinks in the Soviet Union and moreover I grew up in the desert. Somehow I am afraid this is exactly what he’s gonna do.

An unexpected handful of snow applied to a warm place can be fun too.

And A Subtle Slavegirl knows it:

This morning he paddled my bum with both sides of that nasty paddle he recently purchased and then he pulled out one of his amazing, technocoloured crops and worked over my bum some more. Why? Just because he can.

I liked it. He thought I didn’t, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him otherwise (he’ll find out later when he reads this anyway…lol) And as always, it hurt like crap during, but felt abso-fucking-lutely fantastic afterwards. The indignity and unfairness of not having done anything wrong but getting cropped anyway, was the icing on my morning cream cake.

The sharp *CRACK* of leather on palm in this video clip from Girls Boarding School is enough to make me wince, and my empathy for punished girls is usually — shall we say — minimal. Perhaps it’s because hand punishment isn’t my kink, but these movies sure got my attention:

See Also:

• Punishing Her Hands

I could swear I’d blogged this picture before, but I can’t find it, so perhaps not. It’s a still from The Fuller Brush Man featuring Red Skelton spanking Janet Blair:

I’m looking at that exaggerated oversized hairbrush thinking “Where can I get one?”

Sadly, I imagine that’s actually a Hollywood prop and not authentic Fuller Brush product anyway.

That did lead to a related musing, however. Those door-to-door brush salesmen were legendary for their willingness to say anything that would make a sale. I wonder whether, in the odd event that they encountered the man of the house, they ever made any sales by hinting, implying, or outright suggesting that a Fuller brush would be ideal for administering much-needed spankings?

Taking it up a level for all you kinky women who look both ways in the health-and-beauty-aids aisle before smacking a hairbrush into the palm of your hand to test it: Do you suppose there were Fuller Brush men who managed — knowingly — to sell brushes to women who were hoping and imagining that the brushes would be used on their bottoms?

The vintage erotica never fails to amuse. I like the big smile on the face of the woman with the hairbrush, who is clearly enjoying her work:

Just a friendly little bondage and cropping, right? Right:

But I purely love the tension between those sweet innocent white cotton panties and the rigorous spreader-bars and hoisted-arms tie. We know, because this is a gallery from of Sex And Submission, that in the very next picture her panties will be down on the spreader bar and some guy will be balls-deep inside her. There’s just something special about plain white panties on a girl who’s about to be giving a bondage blowjob.

I’ve recently been forced (by regular internet outages, bad winter weather, and family obligations that have kept me too much away from Bethie) to stock up on cheap novels that I wouldn’t normally have time for. That’s meant buying “something to read” off of Wal-Mart racks, rather than getting to a real book store and buying stuff more to my tastes. But there’s a silver lining in any cloud. In this case, it’s the following exchange from a cheesy 1980s western called “The Last Mountain Man” by William Johnstone:

In a general store, Preacher sized up the shopkeeper as one of those pinched-mouth Eastern types. Looked like he might be henpecked, too.

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“Walter!” A shrill voice cut the hot air of the store. “You hurry up now and bring me my tea. Stop loafing about, gossiping like a fisherwoman. Hurry up!

Preacher cringed at the thought of being married to someone who sounded like an angry puma with a thorn in its paw. God! he thought, her voice would chip ice!

“Walter!” the voice squalled from the rear of the store, causing the hair on the back of Preacher’s neck to quiver.

Black hatred flashed across the shopkeeper’s face.

“Git you a strap,” Preacher suggested. “Wear ‘er out a time or two.”

The man sighed. “I have given that some thought, sir. Believe me, I have.”

So, it turns out that bathroom spankings are still popular:

A few years ago he spanked my wet bum. I remember when I was small my Mom was obsessed with me not staying forever in the bath tub - where I would gather all my ships and action figures and small soldiers. Now, my hubby is obsessed with it. I guess they were - and are - scared that I might faint in there or something. Anyway, I got spanked for long baths as an adult. It might have been also my fault, since I insisted on splashing water on his suit… hehe

He counted first. 1…2….3….4….5… Nothing. His wife had no intention in leaving her nice and warm foamy bath. Then he reached out, scooped the wife out, and spanker her wet bum nice and good. That is not the way a bath should end. He could have dried me with a nice fuzzy towel and carried me to bed. That’s the right approach, you see. Instead, he spanked me and asked me to dry myself and go to bed.

From Brat Under Control.

See Also:

• Bathroom Spanking Movie
• A Bath Brush In The Bathroom

It’s a story as old as the spanking fetish: a well-caned girl clutching at the welts on her bottom:

If you like nudity with your canings, you’ll especially like the gallery this photo comes from; it has lots of closeup shots of this young lady’s well-shaved pussy.

From SpankPass.

In which Angelbrat pretends she didn’t know she had a spanking coming. Me, I think her fruitless efforts at distraction were perhaps a smidge calculated:

Once upstairs I decided to make an effort to improve my attitude, so I climbed into a hot bath and did a very thorough job of shaving myself in all the important places. When I was finished, I put on some sweet smelling lotion (something I used to do every single day, but somehow fell off of - I’m trying to make it a habit again) and put on pretty panties and a white t-shirt.

I lay down and read for a little bit, then yelled for Nick to come up. He came up within a few minutes, his hands suspiciously behind his back. I tried to ignore this disturbing development, choosing instead to offer him my freshly shaved nether regions. He seemed suitably interested, but when he sat down beside me it turned out to be the other side of me he wanted to see.

After a bit of protesting, I turned over, and immediately tensed when he pinned me to the bed. Never a good sign. It took me a while to figure out just what it was he’d been hiding behind his back, mostly because it was hard to concentrate while he was blistering my bottom with it. It turns out it was a hairbrush, which I figured out about the time it broke across my bare butt. He took up the campaign with his hand, which pretty quickly got old for him (how do you think I felt?) He ordered me to stay put, then got up to find a new implement.

He laid his hands on a wooden spatula that I picked up for a dollar somewhere just because, well, I’m a spanko who likes to shop. Now this thing didn’t look very sturdy. When I bought it it was just for play. Apparently it’s made out of some sort of super wood. He absolutely set me on fire. This was one of the longer spankings I’ve ever had, running somewhere over 500 swats, I think. Right now I have a very sore bottom.

Afterwards there were more pleasant activities to pursue, and a less stressed spirit with which to pursue them. Tonight I feel much better, and very much loved.

Here’s a sweet tale of an innocent first spanking, originally published under the title “First Girlfriend” in Janus magazine, and excerpted therefrom at A Taste Of The Birch. As always, we are indebted to Alex Birch for his tireless transcription from his excellent collection of vintage spanking porn:

It started one afternoon when she turned up in jeans. She began to tickle me, laughing mischievously, wordlessly inviting me to do the same to her. Naturally enough she was more ticklish than I , and was soon convulsed with helpless giggles. I stopped so she started again. This time my retaliation didn’t stop until her pleasure became so intense it actually seemed to hurt her. “Give in?” I asked as I pinned her down.

Suddenly I wanted to hurt her, have her beg for mercy. I wanted to demonstrate power through pain. She was lying on her right side, her right leg straight out and her left leg drawn up so that there was a contrast in the shape of each buttock. The one nearer to me was held in a beautiful long curve, whilst the other bulged at its underside - the tight material of the jeans distorting their overall shape to very pleasing effect. I had both knees pressed down at her waist, between her ribs and hip, and now I began to rock up and down making her gurgle and splutter; my hands free to poke her flesh and fondle and grope her wherever I wished.

For a while I stroked her neck and played with her lovely little breasts, before moving my increasingly urgent attentions lower down. I squeezed and pinched at her right buttock before sensuously running my hand over the arc of her bent left buttock, tracing the centre seam of her jeans with my fingertips where it had sunk deep inside the cleavage of her bottom.

Linda giggled nervously as I did this. Perhaps there was not an entirely pleasant glint in my eyes. The urge to smack my hand down on that left cheek was becoming irresistible. Why should I resist the temptation? There were no constraints to my behaviour. Whatever I did, Linda forgave - enjoyed even. She told me that she endured it only for the kissing and making up afterwards, but she was not entirely convincing.

“I think I’m going to have to smack your arse!,” I announced imperiously.

“Oh, why?” Linda pleaded, her pretty face puzzled yet flushed and very excited.

“Because I want to!”. Linda watched warily, and not a little fascinated as I raised my hand high.

“Don’t.” she whispered, but her voice lacked any conviction.

I leered at her, then smacked my hand down on the exposed target as hard as I could. There was a satisfying loud smack, and my palm stung as I gave her drum-tight buttock a really hard spank. Linda yelped and cried out, “Don’t!” again, in a little whining voice that sounded to me more of an invitation than a protest.

I smacked her there again, and again, and again. Linda whimpered,”Don’t, you’re hurting me,” each time my palm struck her bouncing bottom. I paused, my determination to make the spanking hurt redoubled by the submissiveness of her response.

Suddenly I unleashed a flurry of spanks as hard as I could, so that Linda’s whines turned to high pitched squeals…

In grasping for a word for the look on the face of this bound and whipped model from Pain Toy, I have to go far afield from my usual vocabulary, and seize upon a word one rarely finds in a kinky context:

The closest I can come is “exaltation”, which is “a state or feeling of intense, often excessive exhilaration or well-being.”

Perhaps that’s overkill, but she’s clearly into it.

In case you doubt me, let’s go for a closeup on that look of exaltation:

Sad Miss Lonelyhearts letter from the January 11 Winnipeg Sun, as reported by All Things Spanking:

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts:

My girlfriend has been coming home with what look like spanking marks on her rear end. It always happens on the same night of the week when she’s supposed to be at her dance lesson. I decided to check up on her and found her car at the lesson place, but she didn’t come with everyone else out after the lesson. Her car remained there. I finally got tired of waiting and went home. She came home after midnight and she had those marks on her again.

I’m afraid she must be seeing someone kinky. She used to be into the kinky scene, but I’m not that way. What do you think?

Sigh, another kinky/vanilla romance gone sour.

Sheesh, the excuses some girls will come up with for their misbehaviors. For instance, this gem from I’ll Beg:

The other night I got a quick little spanking. Just a little bit. After not being spanked in awhile, I always have to get my spanking juices flowing again & also even just a little spanking hurts more. Hubby decided to spank me “about 15 times” while I gave him a blow job laying across the bed. But after quite a few spanking he asked me if I had counted. I hadn’t, I was busy trying to suck his dick. Concentration is required for a job well done.

What kind of lame excuse is that?

(Just kidding…)

If you’re the sort of man who thinks a good set of welts makes a cute bottom even cuter, you’ll love this gallery from Spanked Cutie. Take one cute bottom:

Remove panties, cane liberally and with great vigor, and viola! Cuteness!

Back in November I posted a bit by Mistress Sky, who was just starting to learn to enjoy caning. Apparently the project is coming along nicely:

I asked if we could please use ALL the canes we own during sex magick/play yesterday. I explained that I do enjoy the light rat-tat-tat caning, to a certain extent, and that I wanted to feel the difference between the canes and their effects on my buttocks. So, I’m in control, I have asked for what I want and my Master has agreed. He knows perfectly well that I do not like canings, but he understands completely, my feminine logic!!

I wore my newest Teddy and hold-up stockings. I never prepare mentally in advance because it defeats the object and detracts from the whole experience… but I did gulp nervously when I saw all 4 of the ‘nasties’ laid side by side on the bed. Incense was burning, circle opened and candles lit: We came together for kissing and touching, foreplay, if you will, to relax and confirm our mutual desire before I gave up my self to him.

As I bent over the end of the bed, I tried to quiet my mind, for it is never truly still or empty. His palm connected with my flesh in the familiar way, lightly spanking each cheek as the first part of the warm-up. The latex (light) flogger followed, both swishing and strokes, which always sting a little as they wrap round me! Then, pulse racing, I see him pick up the small, thin, short whippy cane - which shall forever be NLB to me (Nasty Little Bamboo)!

Even the tiny, rapid, light strokes hurt. Ouch, ouch, I squirmed, but didn’t actually move. I was very relieved when he put that one down. Next came the slightly thicker bamboo. I managed a little better with this one - it still stung, but a little less than NLB, so this one I christened LNB (Less Nasty Bamboo). I was becoming very moist and my bum was pretty warm by now, only 2 more to go.

I’m not technically minded where canes are concerned, because I don’t like them (well I didn’t…) so I don’t really know what to call No.3. It’s light wood, straight and quite long compared to the bamboos. This one I enjoyed. I could feel the Raven getting into the rhythm and matching the intensity of the strokes to the feel of the cane. It’s definitely an art and he’s bloody good at it. I even asked for more and he obliged by repeating the light caning strokes and pattern of playing them all over my cheeks.

It just got better when I felt the first firm strokes of the large, heavy bamboo. They stroked me while they stung a bit too, but I felt myself drifting through my own mind and had to make an effort to pull back and ask for more (twice!). I was greedy, but to be honest, I was on such a high that I couldn’t have cared less. He was careful to bring me back down with the crop and the light flogger before we made love. I was rocked by the most intense orgasm, as was he and delighted by the whole experience.

Am I the only one who thinks Dolli from Dolli Be Good ought to be spanked for excess exclamation points?

A couple days ago I got one of the worst spankings I’ve gotten in a while! Oh my gosh! Lately I’ve been SOOO obedient, but this day (wednesday) I was just having trouble listening. It was the first day back to life from vacation, and I was really sad. D was trying to get my spirits up but I was just giving him attitude…(and maybe calling him names :/ ) I really should have stopped when D started counting down to getting the belt. Yeah, no. D got the belt himself. He didn’t even tell me to get it which he usually does! So I was a little worried. I had a pillow put under my hips while I laid on the sofa. I hadn’t had the belt if FOREVER! I forgot how much it stings! I got a long, hard strapping. My bottom was ON FIRE! But I ended up feeling a lot better.

A cane stroke per, would do nicely, plus an extra with the belt for every capitalized letter not found at the beginning of a sentence.. Then she’d only use them when she needs them.

I don’t usually much enjoy the “free” promotional movie clips from places like Girls Boarding School, because they are generally too small or too short to be entirely satisfying. However, the audio on these clips of a vigorous bathroom hand spanking is just too much fun to pass up:

There’s something about the sharp cold acoustics of a tiled bathroom that make a spanking sound much more vicious!

Found this bit of Dubigeon art (featuring generous breast welts) on the newish-looking Titty Blog.

I notice that one of the whips on the wall looks a lot like the martinet Bethie got for Christmas…

See Also:

• After the Whipping

From the way Spankable describes getting caned while positioned on her back with her legs held up toward her chest, it sounds like a position I should use more with Bethie:

I hadn’t actually remembered about the discipline, I just didn’t want to go to sleep without cuddling him first (like the night before). He came in, saw me reading lying naked on the bed, and fetched the cane before he even came over to cuddle me. Instantly he had my full attention and everything was quivering. I tried to hide it as usual, talking about the book and giving him a belated xmas present, but I think he saw it quite clearly in my eyes.

The caning was hard. He reduced me to shaking, anxious, helpless and tearful before even touching me, simply by putting me on my back for the caning. I really find that position hard, no matter how tightly I squeeze my legs together everything’s on display, and it’s a lot harder to hold position like that than it is lying on your front or bent over a chair. Plus, the first stroke was low down and hard, which as far as I was concerned was not an auspicious start. Somewhere around the third stroke or so I begged to break position, to stop, to rub, anything. I was crying and telling him how hard it was to be good, while simultaneously trying my damnedest. The strokes also hurt more than usual because the position pulled all everything tight, so the ‘inner’ bits of skin down along the cleft and right next to my cunt got the brunt of it, whereas those parts aren’t normally affected at all.

Afterwards I cuddled up against his chest, snuffled a few tears, whimpered quite a lot that my bottom hurt. We talked about how hard I found beatings in that position…, how the cane bit into different parts of me from usual, how hard it was to be good and not break position.

Then he put me back in position and gave me another three…

As a man, I find it’s always useful to get into spanko women’s heads to learn what they like and why they like it. For this purpose, enjoy a woman’s spanking fantasy from a random Myspace:

What pleases me? Good conversations and hugs please me. So does learning something new, playing a close game of cards or dominoes or pool, hearing a good groove or tasting delicious flavors. Like most women, I love surprise gifts… random affectionate acts like flowers or a sensual massage or a lunchtime call (or rendezvous). Sometimes it’s a caress or kiss, but sometimes I like to play like I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.

I don’t mean brutal punishment or physical harm, but someone to dominate me a little (ok, maybe a little more than that.) Get into my thoughts and find ways to stay there. Like a call late in the afternoon telling me to pull up my skirt, take my panties off and touch myself until I’m throbbing with desire… delaying my orgasm because I’ve been told to save it for you and knowing what I’m in for if I don’t wait to share it with you. Getting home and being tied to the bed… being teased by exploring hands, a warm, wet tongue or anything else you wish… squeezing me and spanking me until it really smarts (making me insanely hot) and making me beg for you to let me… um, damn… I need to stop… I don’t even know your name.

It’s been a while since I posted a good movie spanking. This one is a promotional still for the movie Too Young To Kiss and features actress June Allyson.

Too young to kiss, but apparently old enough to enjoy a good spanking…

I’ve always enjoyed playing in the woods, when Bethie and I can get deep enough into the trees to get away with it. Here’s a fun sample of that sort play from Pink Bottomed Girls:

Quickly, she was wrapping the long scarf first around the tree, and then me, and back around in front to secure my hands in front of me, arms around the tree. “Stay there, and don’t move, little slut,” she commanded, gripping my hair by my ponytail and jerking my head back to look in her eyes, and then let go and sashayed away, scanning the ground. She knows that degradation- to be called a little slut, a dirty whore- gets me off like nothing else- well, except perhaps hairpulling. My knees turned to jello, and I leaned into the tree. I knew she was looking for a branch to switch me with…

Soon, she found one, smirking as she prepared the fallen branch to meet my bottom. “You nasty little whore, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods… what if someone comes, you little slut, you?” I shivered as she came closer, wrapping her hand around my ponytail again, jerking my head back. “You dirty girl… whining about being too sore to hike far because you were fucked to hard by someone else the other night… and you want me to take pity? Spread those legs” she commanded, walking behind me and nudging one foot with hers. I got into a position so I was leaning against the tree, legs back, my bottom perfectly rounded and waiting. THWACK! Burning sensations on my thighs. THWACK! Again on my bottom.

“Please… please!” I whimpered, imagining hikers hearing my little moans of pain.

“Come on, slut,” she teased, “You can take much more than that. Ten more, and I want you to count. I’m going to punish your dirty nasty little slutty bottom.”