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A brunette in trouble. She doesn’t want to do this, but her choices are limited. “Mistress, here… here is the cane…”
She only thought she was unhappy, before the caning started:
And pretty quick, her bottom’s on fire so much she even forgets to pout:
Pictures of this pair of punished schoolgirls are from Lupus Pictures, of course.
This is an old picture of Prince Charles standing around doing, well, not very much. I’m sure he’s putting in a princely appearance at some worthy rural affair. I don’t know what the British equivalent of an American county fair is called, but whatever it’s called, I suspect he’s at one, and wishing he weren’t.
However, we shouldn’t forget that spanking is often called “The English Vice”. Moreover, thanks to the British tabloids, we know the prince has at least one significant kink (toe sucking, anyone?). And kinks travel in packs. So, can we guess the thought that’s currently passing through the bored royal mind?
I’m laughing hard at this photo taken at a prominent U.S. “big box” hardware store chain:
I found the photo via the Spank Statement, so how do I know where it was taken? Because I stood in front of an identical display about three weeks ago, and decided to buy one of those wooden spoons. They are stout, heavy, well-shaped, and make perfect (if harsh) spanking implements.
When I showed my prospective purchase to Bethie, she said “Where did you find those?” And then she ran off to buy more (presumably to use as prizes in one of her contests at The Spanking Den).
Her enthusiasm, however, diminished markedly after preliminary (over her blue jeans) testing at home. Mine, on the other hand, increased. Very nice spanking spoons.
One minute the girls are happily looking at spanking porn on the internet:
The next, they have been caught, and now they are living it instead of looking at it:
Although, to be honest, this beauty doesn’t seem very concerned. That might change as her bottom becomes increasingly welted!
From CalStar Spanking.
There’s a story about an informal judicial caning in colonial Singapore over at A Taste Of The Birch, in which the daughter of a British official is punished for a senseless theft. The bondage as she is prepped for punishment is impressive and fun:
I was grasped by the two constables and dragged to the end of the bench and stood up with my hips touching the edge. One officer held my wrists while the other bent down and grasped my ankles, spreading some sort of bar between them. The spread of my legs further tightened the fabric over my bottom making it pull up into my crotch, quite painfully ‘splitting’ me as I was pulled by the wrists over the bench’s end.
This done, the one who had fastened my ankles moved to my waist. I became really frightened as he reached under me and undid the single button of my chemise and pulled its edges out from under me, pushing it up to my neck, before drawing a broad strap across my back at waist level and tightening it up till my tummy, breasts and pelvis were held tightly to the wooden top.
My cry of “Oh please no!” was ignored as first one arm was released, and then the other allowing my chemise to be once more removed now that I was modestly positioned across the bench. I was conscious that again I was virtually bare. My wrists were then strapped to the front legs.
…
The constables joined the Commander and the European woman, while the doctor approached me with something that looked like a dog-muzzle, then put its straps over my head and two metal, rubber covered bars in my mouth, behind my teeth, wedging my mouth open.
“Don’t be frightened,” he said in a vain attempt at reassurance, “This is just to ensure that you breathe freely and don’t bite your tongue.”
However, the description of a few “warmup” strokes she gets with a strap is impressively melodramatic:
the European woman put down the broad strap she had selected, removed her tailored jacket, and went over to the washing area, returning with the bucket.
My whole body convulsed as it seemed at first that my bottom was being scalded. It took me a few seconds, and the touch of the woman’s hand, to realise it was freezing cold water and not heat that was soaking through the thin cotton covering my bottom.
I saw the sergeant, cane in hand, join the watching group. Thinking this was another hiatus, I closed my eyes and tried to regain some self control.
SPLAT! The noise echoed off the walls and, at the same time, my poor bottom exploded, the pain sensation spreading from the very centre of each cheek, through the layers of skin, down into my loins, thighs and belly, like some gigantic wasp-sting. I gurgled and gasped, dribbling and banging my head on the bench in anguish.
My bottom felt as if it were swelling fit to burst the tight fabric containing it! SPLAT! Again the terrible burning and stinging, now spreading down my thighs. The horrible wait for the next stroke – get on with it! Please get it over! – SPLAT! SPLAT!
I’m not sure what the scenario is supposed to be in this worn 1950s-era “wallet porn” spanking photo from vintage. Perhaps “Suburban Housewife Punishing Her Adult Daughter?”
Look, it’s already no secret that Spanking Blog honors the old Van Heusen approach to life, love, and relationships (while wearing a really good shirt). Now we discover that a man’s life gets even better when you put a Van Heusen tie on that shirt:
Show her it’s a man’s world. Van Heusen ties for men only! Brand new man-talking, power-packed ties that tell her it’s a man’s world… and make her so happy it is.
You gotta love it.
Bratty from Bratty’s World writes about the perils of early morning lip:
Which brings us to about 6:50 this morning. Sometimes I am just bratty, one of N’s favorite habits of mine is when he barks things like “you better watch that attitude little girl” if I then reply back “you better watch YOUR attitude little girl.” Promise, it’s his faaaaavorite.
As I’m walking out the door I find myself being escorted by the arm back towards the sofa. “I can’t believe I have to make myself late for work and you late for school because I have to spank you.” Over the back of the couch I went, all he wanted was an apology and although I did apologize all the way down to the coushins, apparently that doesn’t count. :-(
Why do they make dress pants so thin? My poor booty was defenseless against those iron hands once again. He tends to spank hardest when we’re limited on time. As we speak I am sitting in class on my sore bottom, trying very hard not to shift too much in my chair.
“Baabbbbyyyy! that was hard!”
“I promise that’s just a taste of what you’ll get tonight if I hear any hint of that attitude tonight. Now scoot.”
With a pat on my booty I was off to school.
It’s good to be noble and filthy rich, the dancing girls alone are worth the price of admission:
But the serving wenches, they will misbehave, and sometimes you just have to have them stripped, chained, and caned:
That’s so cute, can we zoom in, please?
One by one, they go over the bolster for a good caning:
The pleading gets so tiresome, don’t you think? The gags were a good call:
Sirrah, why don’t you cane this one? My caning arm is tired.
Just another glimpse into the epic costumed punishment dramas for which Lupus Pictures is so justly famous.
The blog is a little unclear, but this sounds like a second date, first spanking situation. Not much spanking detail, but plenty of fun nonetheless:
When we met the next night, my eyes started at her feet and travelled up her body, taking in every curve, every detail. The blue jeans. The grey babydoll top. The coat. Her glasses. Her flowing, straight brown and blonde hair. Her blue eyes. The choker. A narrow, jeweled band sitting tightly around her neck, the gems winking at me with suggestion. Her sexuality symbolized in a way which not everyone would understand. At that moment, I knew it would be all she was wearing when the evening would wrap around into morning and limbs would untangle. At some point very shortly after that thought, I said it aloud.
…
Boots unzipped, jeans slid down. Her pale, smooth legs running from delicate feet up to soft thighs; her most intimate of places still hidden seductively from me. I was not in a rush; I wanted to kiss and lick that sensitive skin; tickle it with my goatee. As I nibbled closely along her upper inner thighs, the scent of her arousal told me that I would like the way she tastes. Panties gone. I did like the way she tasted, which is unusual.
One climax later, the relaxed smile on her face and slightly lost look in her eyes is a reward for a hopefully skillful tongue. “You certainly know your way around a woman’s body,” she whimpered at me. Had I stripped and shoved my cock into her pussy right at that moment, I would have encountered no resistance; we both knew it. But I chose to take pleasure in some psychological torture by telling her that I am not going to fuck her tonight. I didn’t.
…
I slid between her tits as she pushed them together from either side… two fingers on the base of my cock, pushing it down through the valley she has created. Her tongue circled and flicked at the head on each stroke. The sweat started to bead on my back and chest, and the wonderful, intense pressure began to build in my groin. I was less in control then, my focus on bringing that orgasm up from deep in my balls. When it arrived, along with the deep-rooted feeling of ultimate masculinity, there was cum everywhere. Her hair, face, and tits were covered in streams of white juice sprayed by me. She squealed like a little girl with glee, a broad smile on her face – and that was the final signal to me of her submission.
She licked some of it off her fingers which traced wet paths around on the skin of her tits, telling me I taste good. She didn’t know I’ve always been self-conscious about that. Watching her lick her fingers some more, dehumanized images of her licking my spilled cum off the floor or drinking it from a shot glass flashed through my mind.
More kissing, caressing, exploring. A mild spanking, enough to make her sweet ass pink and hot to the touch. I knew I was in trouble – wondering if perhaps I have met my match. My head swam as we lay together on the couch again. I wanted to see her climax again, but this time at the mercy of her own fingers. She complied without question, her body damp with sweat and curled up into a ball as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. It was time to sleep, and I have still not yet fucked her, although I know she was lusting for it as much as I.
Anna tells of a sex spanking misadventure:
There was a boy in my bed. He was tired, but I was ready for some action. We had already fucked earlier, but I pride myself on being insatiable.
“Fine, fine,” he relented, “but only if you do all of the work.”
I reached for a condom and handed it to him. He rolled it on his cock.
“Hop on,” he told me.
I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto his waiting cock. I rode him lazily, until he got more excited. As I ground my clit into his pubic hair, he began slapping my ass. I moaned and groaned until my orgasm broke, and I shuddered around his cock.
Sometime later he came too.
Where’s the funny part, you ask?
Well, as we lay there in our post, post-coital exhaustion, he said to me: “So, when I was spanking you, I accidentally hit my balls. Goddamn that hurt!”
I snorted with laughter and he reluctantly admitted that it was a pretty funny situation.
“I guess it did make me last longer,” he said.
Spanking porn where the girls have to watch each other getting punished are no novelty. But this photo from a California Star spanking movie makes explicit that which is usually merely implicit:
Yes, she likes to watch!
Not that it will save her; she’ll still be bottoms up and covered in welts in the next scene.
This cute college girl spanking-and-grinning picture is courtesy of SpankrBryan, the undisputed king of winkling “civilian” spanking photos out of the obscure corners of the social networking and public photo-sharing sites:
Bizarre detail: if you look very closely into the upper left hand corner of the shot, you’ll see what looks like a pair of blowup dolls or mannequins in a compromising position.
Best. Comment flame. Ever.
Folks, I tend to screen out the “you sick perverts, you all suck” comments that get left here — and they do — because nobody comes to Spanking Blog to have their lifestyle condemned. But sometimes I just have to share the best ones. (And it’s also a useful reminder to stay safe out there, in a world full of crazies.)
Here’s a comment that someone tried to leave yesterday:
YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARDS YOU ALL DESERVE TO GET ASS RAPED BY A PANDA. bURN IN HELL YOU SICK FUCKS!!!!!
I’m thinkin’ that’s gonna be one busy panda….
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Here’s a smiling face that says “Look at me! I’m so cute! Cute, I tell you! I’m just too cute to spank! You wouldn’t spank a cute and friendly thing like me, would you?”
“Well…”
Who am I kidding? Why, yes. Yes, I would:
And after the spanking, there’s always time for a friendly fingering, and some titty whipping, and maybe some bonus flogging.
Or, at least, and no, I realize it’s not quite the same, there’s time for looking at a whole porn shoot of a pretty blond dominatrix from Whipped Ass doing all those things. Plus more stuff…
Bonnie’s posted a huge list of fifty reasons why the reluctant gentleman might want to reconsider his reluctance when it comes to giving his lady the spankings she craves. The first fifteen give you the flavor:
- The lovemaking afterward is often sensational
- Romantic spanking opens lines of communications
- There’s a community of spankos to provide support and advice
- Adult spanking is the most common of all kinks
- It can strengthen your relationship
- Just picture those beautiful globes over your lap…
- She’s eager for this, really!
- Compared to childbirth, the pain of a spanking is trivial
- This is not punishment, think instead about spanking as foreplay
- Spanking builds trust between partners
- It’s really OK to hit a woman, but only if she enjoys it
- This isn’t weird or unusual, it’s just another kind of sex
- You can be the strong, decisive man of her fantasies
- What’s not to like?
- Do the initials B. J. hold any significance?
In which Abel carries out advanced research into the practicality of caning two girls at once. Verdictum: No problem!
Day One of my stay in a spanking household and, as you’d expect, it didn’t take long for the action to commence! My arrival allowed Abel to test a hypothesis which had been exercising his mind recently, and which now allowed him to exercise his arm too: is it possible to cane two girls simultaneously?
Determined to investigate, he had Haron and I lie side by side, bare bottoms snuggled close together, and tapped experimentally with a particularly long cane, selected specially for the purpose… then let fly. Two girls simultaneously yelped! More strokes followed as Abel warmed to his task and persisted in the name of thorough research.
I had ended up furthest away so my near cheek was bearing the brunt for me, whilst Haron’s far cheek bore the force of the cuts for her. We squirmed and squawked our way through eight or so strokes and then he swapped sides, just for a couple to finish.
At which point I concluded that I may’ve had a rough deal, since being the near girl didn’t seem so bad. Or maybe that was just cos I was already well-striped – prettily-striped – by then!
Content with his efforts, Abel allowed us to redress and we walked over to some local friends’ for dinner
Tomorrow’s Easter, and we’ve already discussed the perils of being a chocolate bunny. It gets worse:
Exhibit A. Schoolgirl, disgruntled:
“Turn around.”
“For what we are about to receive, we are truly thankful.”
Ok, maybe not so much:
You only get one guess as to why she’s got that look on her face…
