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This photo detail is from the cover of an old porn magazine called “Fetish In Films”. But it just makes me laugh. I mean, it’s a menacing scene and all, but if anybody actually gets hit with this bat, you don’t have a porn movie any more, you have what the police call “evidence”:

Just a reminder that we’re lucky to live in an age that has decent fetish porn, even if we could wish it were better. It wasn’t so long ago that pornographers and movie makers didn’t even know what fetish was. How many people ever fetishised getting hit with a bat? (Not enough, I’m sure, to give this magazine cover the fetish sales allure its publisher hoped for.)

Picture is from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage.

I’ve heard it said that the secret to success in life lies in just showing up. From which follows by operation of logic that just being there is almost as important.

A point which Abel has obviously grasped firmly:

“You spanked me last night,” I whined to Abel on the phone as he rode the train to work. “I was falling asleep. I had already fallen asleep! And you spanked me! Really hard! Why?”

“Well,” Abel said pensively. “You were there.”

If Bethie’s reaction to our suede flogger is anything to judge by (and it’s the data I’ve got), the impact of a suede flogger is more like erotic massage than anything approaching pain in the classic sense. And other accounts I read, like this one from Ramblings From An Insatiable Submissive, seem to reinforce that conclusion:

He had me so worked up that I was riding him and squirting so much that it was running down off his sides and onto the bed. The bed got quite wet needless to say! I also enjoyed a very long very wonderfully wet and fabulous pussy licking and finger fucking from him. Tom’s mouth works my clit over like a pianist works a piano. He gets me so fired up that I have a hard time coming down from it, even though I have cum multiple multiple times.

I told Tom he needed to hurt me. And he gave me that “you still want more look”. Last Friday Tom brought me a present. A very nice present. And so when I asked for some pain, he was moderately quick to jump up and go looking for my new flooger.

I laid face down on the bed and he started flogging me. He started off slowly and then began to hit me harder and harder. He made me cum 3 times before he stopped. And we fell asleep snuggled into each other.

I suppose this could work. But I think it would make better spanking porn than it would actual fitness training:

Although I suppose if you ran it naked boot camp style, and issued the drill instructors actual paddles and straps, you might get some results.

Here’s a very old vintage spanking postcard image, featuring a mortar-board wearing professor and an obviously-naughty student:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

Picture this in your mind’s eye:

A woman sits upright, hands tied above, legs tied, thighs held apart.

Camera closeup: male fingers thread a cane through a pair of rings that pierce her labia.

Camera pulls back: we see the cane across the top of her thighs, pulling and stretching out her pussy lips.

A man with a large and powerful vibrator runs it along the cane…

In a nutshell, that’s what happens in one of the free trailer video clips in this gallery from the new Device Bondage website, which specializes in the hard core use of kinky toys and dungeon furniture.

It’s certainly an innovative use of the cane, and one I’d never thought of.

Amber has been playing with clothespins:

I headed for the bedroom, with the baby playing peacefully downstairs. My favorite place for clothespins is my butt, actually, especially where it curves down into the valley towards the center, so I placed four there, and one on each of my nether lips. It hurt and burned, which translates into “felt just right.” I knelt in front of the bed, as if for a spanking, digging my face into the mattress, and pushed my fingers between the pins. The pinching pain, combined with my finger hurrying up and down my clitoris, brought on the waves of pleasure in no time. Can’t wait to try them with my husband next to me.

Here’s an except from one of those fine spanking stories being serialized over at A Taste Of The Birch. It’s in the grand tradition of the unwelcome tutor taming unpleasantly indolent young ladies, and it illustrates one of the most common mistakes of the unwilling spankee in fiction (as perhaps in life). It’s never smart to cuss and insult the man who has you bared and upside down over his knee. As they say, it will surely end in tears:

Redoubling my grip on Cynthia’s wrists, I raised the sole and dealt her a sharp noisy smack across the lower summit of her right arse-cheek, followed by one in the same place on her other globe. Her body stiffened, arched and jerked, and a shrill yell of pained and frustrated rage tore from her.

“Owwww! You hurt me, you bastard! You stop it, you pull my knickers back up immediately, do you hear me?”

“Oh, I hear you quite clearly, Miss Cynthia. And in reply you shall hear the sole whacking against your bottom until you have learned your lesson,” I responded. I then began to spank her elegant patrician arse, amusing myself to bring the sole down here and there on her behind with no particular pattern, so she would have no way of preparing herself and anticipating the next spank.

Her body jerked and lunged and threshed itself all over my lap. She continued her baleful threats, interspersing them with foul curses which really shocked me to discover that a seventeen year old girl could abase the English language so dreadfully. This spanking was more than a little overdue and perhaps I was a little over enthusiastic in my application of the sole, but her insolence had really infuriated me.

By the time I reached twenty, she had somewhat forgotten her curses and threats and was begging for mercy but I ignored all that and continued to administer the sole with grim determination. Unrelentingly, now beginning to alternate on the cheeks from left to right, starting at the tops of the hips and working down to the base of her spacious oval arse, I applied the spanker with rigorous, noisy swipes which soon created a flaming, darkening pattern of burning pain all across her voluptuous young bottom.

“I am sorry to be so harsh with you this very first time, Miss Cynthia, but I will not accept rudeness and insolence from anyone, particularly from a mere snip of a girl who has a keen mind but refuses to use it, except to ridicule and deride,” I lectured, keeping the spanker pressed across the reddening cheeks of her squirming bare arse as I paused to determine what effect this chastisement was having on the rebellious young culprit.

“You brute, you bloody bastard, you’ll pay for this - you’ll see - oooo, you’re hurting me - you’re hurting me awfully!” her young ladyship hysterically denounced me. But since she was still rebellious, I decided to continue. It was the only way to get through to her, it would appear.

The spanker rose and fell five times, all over the plumpest parts of both reddening arse cheeks, delivered in vertical swipes which cracked noisily against the shuddering flesh of her elegant bottom. Her moans and howls were music to my ears and more than repaid me for all the insolent nastiness she had accorded me since our introduction. After about forty five spanks, I paused again and asked her if she thought she could now be more of a lady and pursue her lessons with somewhat less hostility and more concentration. She cried out again, “You can go to hell, you bloody pig! I’d die before I’d do anything for you!”

I could not let her challenge go unanswered. The spanker resumed its work, and once again Miss Cynthia Dartman’s howls and yells rang out clamorously in the study. Her hips swerved so violently that at times she nearly fell off my lap, and I had to lay the spanker down and put my right hand on the edge of her right hip to restore her to the proper position across my body. Then, readjusting the clamp of my right leg over her upper calves, and noticing with wry amusement that her knickers had worked down past her knees and were twisted, I resumed the spanking.

Now I struck diagonally, and at times over the narrow, amber crease that separated the oval globes of her behind, so as to pinch those luscious hillocks together and cause her the utmost pain. Her voice began to break with sobs and was raucous from all her screaming but she was no longer cursing me. She was wailing plaintively that she was in mortal pain, that I was killing her, that she couldn’t take any more. I gave her ten more good ones, well spaced, at each of which she screamed out again for mercy, and then once again I pressed the tip of the leather sole against the crease of her bottom-globes and demanded, “Are you willing to accept my authority now and work to improve your scholastic marks, Miss Cynthia? Or do you want a dose of the cane?”

“Aaaagh no not the cane! Oh you’ve killed me - I can’t stand any more - I’ll do whatever you want - ohhhh you have really hurt me -ohhh let me go!” she blubbered.

The internets are stocked for your viewing pleasure with a zillion web girls (camgirls, what the porn industry calls “solo girls” because of the type of websites they have, and aspiring adult starlets of all types) who are fundamentally vanilla but who end up competing, day to day, to do kinky stuff in order to get attention. When they attempt to “spank” each other, it’s not usually all that convincing. But that doesn’t mean it’s not decorative!

You’re looking at Faith from In Bed With Faith (don’t miss the promo shots of her rubbing pudding on her breasts), kneeling up beside Juliet from Get Dirty With Juliet (who, apparently, likes to take showers in her underwear). Unusual personal habits aside, don’t they make a cute pair?

So, fancy a bit of spanking?

They do, they do:

Was ever there more blonde fun on one couch?

I have seen this old Batman comic book panel many times, but somehow, apparently never posted it. (Although I did once post a panel where he threatens a spanking.)

There’s a better-sized scan here.

See Also:

• Spanked By Superman's Robot
• Lois Lane's Robot Spanking
• Comic Book Spanking: The Phantom
• Batman Threatens A Spanking
• Spanked Superheroine

It sounds like chocolate bunny ears are in as much peril at Sar’s place as they are around here:

“Let’s have a Spring-like Easter party instead,” I suggested. “Chocolate bunnies and an egg hunt and birthday cake icing in individual servings so everyone can lick the stuff out of their own bowl. And jelly beans everywhere!”

“Only if you swear not to eat the ears off all the bunnies.”

“I don’t swear.”

SWAT!

Tsk.

But I’m good at eating chocolate bunny ears. It’s what I do.

“I’ll get the baskets next time I go shopping. Easter baskets for everyone. That’ll be fun! How many do you think we should invite?”

“No more than 20.”

FORTY chocolate bunny ears! YESSSS!

“I can’t wait.”

SWAT!

“What’s that for?”

“For whatever you’re thinking.”

Tsk.

Last year it was chocolate marshmallow bunnies. Six, count them six, boxes of ‘em. Carefully stacked behind another pile of clutter out of my normal sight lines … until the other pile of clutter caught a gravity storm and slid sideways ought of the way.

“Bethie me love, you think you got enough chocolate marshmallow bunnies this year?”

(Guilty look, slight roll of eyes back in head as she tries to think of something that sounds better than admitting to her planned orgy of bunny-ear-nibbling.)

“Um, most of those are for my mom….”

As indeed they probably were. They say it sucks to get old, and I’m sure it’s true… because your most dutiful children start bringing you boxes of chocolate bunnies with no freakin’ ears!

The old woman may be going blind, but she’s not that blind.

It all seems to start out innocently enough, with an innocent girl/girl over-the-knee spanking in your average suburban kitchen, complete with just-washed dishes on the drainboard. Maybe the poor upside-down girl missed a soap spot:

But it doesn’t take long for things to get seriously kinky from there. Three shakes of a snake’s tail later, we find our hapless scullery slave tied up tight and gagged with somebody’s bra, while kneeling up for a round of breast whipping:

After that, gentle reader, you are on your own, because the kink party continues to escalate in directions not normally seen on Spanking Blog screens. If you want to see the bondage toe sucking, the extreme genital closeups, the tight bondage kitchen counter strap-on sex — well, you won’t see them here. You and your clicking finger will have to follow the free picture and video links, which are courtesy of the site “Chanta’s Bitches” (although it’s unclear to me what’s bitchy about them.)

Is it just me, or is the real decadent part of this kinky tale the bit where somebody actually has granite kitchen counters big enough to have bondage sex on?

I’m not sure about the writing style, especially the idea of using variable numbers of periods to denote pauses between ideas, but I suppose it creates a certain dreamy poeticism if you squint and look sideways. Anyway, here’s The Riverdale Goddess asking for, and getting, a public spanking:

Here I was watching this very sexy man… masterfully playing with the flickering tongue of a bullwhip with a twinkling eye on his lady’s bare back…with such precise artful skill and love. She writhed in sensation when HE allowed it to taste her skin beyond heating just the air on her aura. God…I wanted some of that…I wanted some of that NOW…in this moment….

…

“Please sir…will you play with me a while? Will you spank me?”

And with that…Man in Kilt with a white handlebar mustache went and got a spanking bench…..and bent me over it. I was slightly aware that Beth was near me….I tried to forget that…it was a little weird being in such a erotic place with her there…I was so engaged with this man….I was in a place of dancing…..in a place of opening….in a place of receiving………

He lowered my pants…and I was stretched out over this spanking bench…my fingers rested on the floor…and my bottom was high in the air….I felt like playing with him…being sexy for me and for him..and for who ever!! I wiggled my ass…and he started to play with my paddle on my body…he knew just how to start…soft and sexy….gentle and loving….he filled my ears with wispered words about how sexy my ass was…and how beautiful I was…and how he was going to take good care of me….and the spanking grew more intense…and I moved deeper into this place of an altered state….and soon I was moaning…”Keep wiggling that ass…I like it when you ask…and when you wiggle for me…” he said that so softly that I could barely hear him…..”Yes…sir…”

“Now you will receive 20..they will be strong.”

20??? I knew where we were going…I had gone there with Brian…..and that was a very intense 10…I was really not sure about 20. But I was familiar with this ride…so I keep my breath…and I counted for the Man in a Kilt. The spanks were deep and hard…I may have been loud in my receiving….he played and touched my bottom in between…but he keep a steady pace…..and I was in a tango of sensation by the time we hit 20.

A quick caning for Emilie:

When we got home it was after 7 pm and I had lots to do and I needed to help the kids get ready for bed. I was very impatient with everyone as I tried to deal with them plus do homework (that I should have done earlier in the day when they were at school). John strode into the kitchen (where my computer desk is), bent down, and said, “THIS is why you were supposed to do your work while they were at school.” I nodded my head and knew that I was most likely not going to like what would come once the kids were in bed.

Once I had the kids in bed and completed my homework John told me to go in the bedroom. I went in and put myself over the side of the bed…noticing the cane propped up against the mattress on the other side. He came in asking me why my pants weren’t down yet, so I stood to pull them down and He asked me to explain to Him why I was going to be spanked/caned. I told Him it was because I had been irresponsible and He agreed and added that I had deliberately disobeyed Him by not studying. He undid my jeans and pulled them down and I bent over the side of the bed stuffing the blanket in my mouth.

“Count…”

I did…to freakin’ 24! OUCH! It stung so much and it left such beautiful marks on my bottom (that we did not take pictures of)! So, I’m not going to do that again–when I’m told to study I will study.

She’s also got some shared video (for however long it lasts) that’s quite a lot of fun. She’s very cute and John makes her face the camera and count, so there’s lots of facial reaction shots and whimpering if you like that sort of thing. Also, lots of stern lecturing:

Summer Spanking

Grand Finale

Have you got a girl who’s sullen about her corner time? Or worse yet, stubborn? No matter how many times you spank her, she’s back out of the corner in fourteen seconds flat, wheedling for a cushion or some lotion or whatever it is that bad girls think they should have while they kneel in the corner to contemplate their misdeeds?

I must say, I don’t know why I never thought of this simple solution: A collar, an humble screw eye, and your basic nickel-plated double-ended snap, available at a hardware store near you:

The picture is from Hustler’s Taboo Magazine, which despite a tendency to stylize fetish beyond all recognition, sometimes gets a good spanking scene right these days now that it’s the capable hands of fetish legend Ernest Greene. (I actually found Sulky Girl here in this online Taboo gallery.)

See Also:

• A Little Corner Time

This badly-colored couch spanking photo is a detail from the cover of an old Corporal magazine:

I gotta try this. Only, not on myself. “Bethie? Are you busy, dear?”

Rubber bands are really brutal. If you don’t believe me, try them on yourself. What you do is take a small thin rubber band (thin ones work the best) and stretch it between thumb and forefinger. Now place thumb and forefinger on your flesh, pull back the half of the rubber band pressed against your flesh and let go. Snap! Don’t move your fingers pressed against your flesh when you do it. It hurts. Pull back farther and repeat. In exactly the same spot. Over and over again. After about maybe ten times, the blood starts to rise. You can see all these red dots just under the skin. They almost look like pinpricks. Now continue, on the same spot, the key is to not move your fingers, so you get the same spot with that thin little rubber band over and over again. Now the little red dots get bigger, and grow until you have a little solid red line about an inch long, maybe 1/4″ wide. Yay, its working. Now continue on exactly the same spot, snapping again and again, about 10 more snaps in exactly the same spot, and the little red line turns purple. Good, now move your fingers approximately one inch along the little purple line and continue the above steps until you now have 2 inches of purple line. Now we just need to keep on going like that until that line is 10 inches long. Just about another two hundred and fifty snaps with that little rubber band and we’ll have one stripe done.

From this post at Bondage Blog.

There are a lot of fake faces of pain to be found in the spanking porn world. But there’s no faked pain at Whipped Women, where the whips are real and applied with nothing short of zealotry. One facial expression I always enjoy is the one where our cute victim gets those cute vertical wrinkles above the bridge of her nose:

And what’s been done to this poor woman to create that face? Why, quite a lot of foot caning (aka bastinado, or falaka if you’re Turkish). What else?

See Also:

• Bastinado In The Barn
• Saturday Morning Bastinado
• Bastinado Girl
• Bastinado Artwork
• A Touch Of Bastinado
• She's In Trouble!

I love it when a birthday spanking really starts to connect:

Found here via Chross’s Guide To The Spanking Internet.

I don’t suppose many spankos get the pleasure of a wedding at which there isn’t at least one innocent maiden auntie who must not be scandalized. But if any do, this cake topper (found at Nothing Random About A Spanking) is surely the one to use: