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Why, I do believe somebody has finally succeeded in getting this delinquent young lady’s full attention:

From Girls Boarding School.

So says Valdor at The Spank Statement in his tribute to John Wayne. Of course, he’s talking about the spanking scene in Mclintock:

The entire film centers on the spanking given to Maureen O’Hara as G.W. Mclintock and his firebrand wife battle through their tempestuous relationship. Surely, in terms of production values and epic scale, this is the greatest spanking scene ever filmed.

The build up, as Wayne relentlessly stalks O’ Hara through the town, until eventually she has run out of delaying tactics and hiding places, is as erotically charged as any sex scene in the movies. During the chase O’ Hara gets stripped to her underwear and dunked in water. Finally, with the entire town looking on, G.W. drags his wife into a barn for her comeuppance.

The spanking begins with an upswell of background music. As the wallops commence, the camera cuts to the delighted faces of the witnesses, who almost seem to be in the throes of religious ecstasy.

See Also:

• How To Get A Spanking
• John Wayne The Spanker
• John Wayne Spanking Maureen O'Hara

So it seems Bonnie from Her Bottom Smarts was just a-sittin’ at her computer minding her own business. Before she knew it she’d sassed her husband, almost as if she were looking for a spanking:

Then I uttered the fateful words. “So what are you going to do about it?” I meant it to be funny, and perhaps it was, but it was also precisely the wrong thing to say if I had any desire to avoid a first class bun warming.

Randy left the room, only to return a few moments later carrying the dogleg brush. I swallowed hard when I saw what he was holding. This was sure to be serious. He told me to get up. When I did, he sat in my chair and quickly pulled me down across his lap.

Many spanking photos depict the spanker seated in a straight, armless chair while his spankee is over his lap balanced on her fingers and toes. What they don’t show is how uncomfortable and precarious this position can be.

As soon as the brush impacted against the seat of my canvas shorts for the first time, my level of discomfort rose considerably. Randy usually spanks on the bare. But on those rare occasions when he leaves my target covered, he feels the need to compensate for the extra padding by holding nothing back. My shorts and underwear offered minimal protection against the deluge of heavy swats that now rained down upon my poor bottom.

Randy spanked hard and fast, wielding the fierce punishment brush with a skill gained through years of experience. The onslaught was so intense that I could barely catch my breath, let alone yell. Over and over, he aimed squarely for those two spots where I sit down.

The whole thing probably lasted no more than a few minutes. It happened so quickly that the pain is only now starting to fully register. When he lifted me up and set me back on my feet, I was speechless. He told me that he had a couple of errands to run and that he would return to finish with me later. He kissed me and then he was gone.

Bethie’s been busy lately over at Spanking Bethie. Mostly, fondling her toy collection like Scrooge McDuck in his money bin. And doing “everything he used on my butt” collection photos:

Ah, well, at least when she’s photographing the toys, she’s not busy buying more on eBay!

Here are two little bits of spanking artwork for your enjoyment:

We always love a good production still from the spanking scene in Kiss Me Kate:

Found via The House Of Richard Windsor.

Update: He’s added eight more Kate spanked photos.

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• Spanking Drama

From a story about the Chelsea Hotel in New York:

It is soundproof – in theory. A former resident tells me he lived next door to New York’s premier submissive, and every afternoon he would hear her getting spanked. “She was a nice girl, quiet and shy, and these guys who looked like schoolteachers from the suburbs used to stand at her door. Then you’d hear a faint whack.”

And no, I don’t know how you’d identify New York’s premier submissive. Do you suppose they hold a competition? Why haven’t I seen this on ESPN2?

From Tan Her Hide, which seems to be featuring spanking illustrations from somebody’s spanking image collection:

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• A Slave Whipping
• Whipped Slave Woman

This unruly young lady is getting a little belt spanking over some pillows in her bedroom:

At first it doesn’t really seem like much of a spanking, especially while she’s allowed to keep her pants on:

Eventually and inevitably, however, the pants come down. And lo! Her bottom is impressively purple. That belt must have been singing!

From Girls Boarding School.

Ed Lee, the evil genius behind the venerable Nu-West / Leda spanking porn empire, has begun to publish a memoir in the nature of a history of his companies. It’s an interesting read by a courageous man:

Nothing had really changed legally when I started Nu-West, and I was warned by everybody and his brother that I would be in trouble with the law if I dared to disseminate photos or real spankings or even fake spanking that looked real. That didn’t sit very well with me. I had done two tours in Vietnam and after what the government did to us there, I didn’t have too much respect for it or its moral standards. If Newsweek Magazine could run a front page picture of a little Vietnamese girl walking naked and crying after being napalmed. I sure as hell could show pictures of a half naked adult woman with a red ass.

I was determined not only to start a company that produced and disseminated photos of real spankings, but I would also do it openly. I wasn’t going to hide from anyone. This cost me a marriage and it caused the loss of a lot of friends who couldn’t understand why a respected and decorated First Sergeant of Marines could possibly go into such a shabby and dishonorable business. My answer to my Marine buddies who got on my case was, so it’s okay to kill other humans we don’t even know, like we did, but it’s not okay for me to produce picture of adults doing a little spanking? Fuck all of you.

Thanks to Adele Haze for the link.

Well, the whipping was not actually ordered, and did not happen. But Queen Victoria wanted to have a notorious suffragette whipped:

“The Queen is most anxious to enlist everyone who can speak or write to join in checking this mad, wicked folly of ‘Woman’s Rights,’ with all its attendant horrors, on which her poor feeble sex is bent, forgetting every sense of womanly feeling and propriety. Lady —– ought to get a GOOD WHIPPING. It is a subject which makes the Queen so furious that she cannot contain herself. God created men and women different–then let them remain each in their own position.”

Thanks to Abel for the historical researches and context he so, er, ably provides.

Sure, it’s embarrassing to be made to strip in front of the entire class:

But don’t these girls manage to pose as if somebody is planning to cane their puppies, instead of their own naughty and deserving butts?

From this schoolroom punishment drama by Lupus Pictures.

(This post is listed at the Spanking You Spanking Toplist.)

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• Caned Girls Comforting One Another
• Punished In The Girl's Bathroom
• More Faces Of Punishment
• About To Be Spanked Expressions
• School Room Paddlings

An inquiry from a reader caught me (somewhat unusually for me) on a quiet Sunday with time to respond. She wrote:

Dear SpankBoss:

Your name sounds as if you might have knowledge of how to give a woman a corrective discipline spanking. When doing so, what area of her bottom would you be likely to spank?

I am asking this from the spankee’s P.O.V; my mentor (not Top) and I have a new relationship but a firm one. I broke a rule and he dispensed firm yet loving discipline with the use of his hand, a paddle, and a strap. Unfortunately his chosen area of correction was high on my bottom (the sacroiliac) rather than in the sitting area. I don’t think he’s had much spanking experience, and he’s upset because he marked me severely.

I wanted to have all possible facts in place before I sit down with him and discuss this sensitive topic, not to just go charging in like gang busters and say “Hey, fella, you can’t spank that high anymore”. Ours is a new relationship, and I want to nurture and care for it. I spent too many years with Mr. Wrongs before finding Mr. Right. Thank you for any assistance you can give us!

I answered:

Hi. I’m happy to answer your letter, but I’m not sure you’re going to appreciate my answer.

Spanking safety is, of course, very important. But the trouble is, what’s the risk you are trying to avoid? To put it another way, what are your boundaries?

The sense I get from your letter is that you are looking for medical advice so you can say with authority “Don’t spank there because it’s too dangerous.” The problem is, you can’t answer the medical question until you’ve identified your own boundaries. What’s the negative consequence you’re trying to avoid?

Some people draw the line between “warm red bottom” and “visible bruising the next day.” Somebody else is fine with bruising — in fact, they are disappointed if they don’t get any — but they freak out about the tiniest scratch or blistery spot. Somebody else wants deep bruising they can feel for three days, and they don’t mind cane welts with those red lines at the edge that heal like cat scratches, but they don’t like welts that actually break the skin. A more intense player might like a severe Victorian birching that leaves her bottom covered in bloody scratches, but she’s not into “pirate wench” roleplay because the cuts from the cat-o-nine-tails bleed too much and itch while they heal. And somewhere out there, there’s somebody who’s not happy until they’ve been scourged so they can feel the blood flowing down their legs, and the whipping isn’t complete unless they pick up at least one permanent scar from it.

What I’m saying is, none of those people agree on what’s “unsafe”, because they have different concepts of what harms they are trying to avoid.

And, to make things more complicated, they have different risk tolerances. How much risk of a bad thing happening is too much? Are we avoiding one-in-ten chances? One in a hundred chances? One in a million? One in a billion? There is no right answer, just a personal degree of risk tolerance. If you genuinely want zero risk, you won’t get spanked at all, because he could have a rough fingernail and you could get a scratch and it could get infected with an antibiotic-resistant bug and before you know it the doctors would be talking about butt amputation and it’s all downhill from there.

The good news is, when it comes to your risk boundaries, you get to pick. You decide what you’re worried about and how much or how little risk of it you’re willing to accept. And then it’s your happy job to communicate those decisions to your spanker, along with any “rules of thumb” (no spanking above here, no implements made of cast iron, whatever) you feel you need to protect the boundaries you’ve set.

The bad news is, that makes you the responsible party. You have to say “You can’t spank that high anymore because I don’t consent to that in our relationship.” It’s dishonest to say “because it’s not safe.” Why? Because there is no International Spanking Council who sets safe spanking standards. You may — you probably will — choose your spanking boundaries based on your own safety views and risk tolerances, but honesty requires you to say that’s what you’re doing. You’re shooting for “I’ve decided it’s too unsafe for me”, not “it’s unsafe and I can prove it because SpankBoss said so.”

I realize that taking a personally assertive role in setting your own boundaries can be tricky in a spanking relationship where there are power exchange dynamics going on (as there are if you’re using words like “discipline”.) But, tricky or not, it’s essential.

Having said all that, I’ll share my own view, which boils down to “avoid the bony bits when using hard implements.” Although Bethie and I are in general agreement about this, she’s got a broader sense of what’s “too bony to spank with hard things” than I do, and I try to respect those boundaries as she’s set them. Sometimes, I’ll get “too high” on her bottom with a paddle or the wooden spoon, and she’ll tell me so, and I’ll move back down. Since her boundaries aren’t quite consistent with visibly distinct areas of her body, I need to rely on her to communicate if I go “too high” with a hard implement. On the other hand, if I’m using my hand or a tawse and she squawks “too high” at me, I’m likely to laugh and carry on, because she’s talking about preference rather than her safety boundaries.

I can’t get more specific than “bony bits” because what’s bony depends a lot on the woman’s body type and posture. Some women have protruding hip bones, vertebrae, pelvic corners, etc., and where they poke out depends on how she’s bent. Exactly where “upper bottom” becomes “tailbone” or “small of the back” is impossible to say in any general sense.

Hope this has helped!

Take two nice breasts and a roll of electrical tape. Wrap breasts tightly at the base.

Add one rattan cane, sized medium:

Apply cane briskly, while stirring bondage devices liberally into batter, until boobs are thoroughly welted.

What’s all this? Why, it’s the recipe for a boob caning party!

From Device Bondage.

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• Viciously Caned Boob
• A Solid Breast Spanking
• Breast Spanking
• Wet Nipple Spanking
• Chinese Breast Whipping

Remember my long-ago post on phone box spanking art? Here’s some more:

Here you go, a well-whipped bottom on Flickr.

Fox spanks a fox, kid’s book fashion. I believe the illustrator is Tony Wolf, who drew a lot of critters like this for the “Woodland Folk” series of books :

I promised Bethie I’d let everyone know about her big contest blowout in honor of the second anniversary of her Spanking Den spanking forum. The grand prize is extremely well worth having; it’s a Son of Buster paddle from John at Leather Thorn Paddles.

Bethie does good contests and her spanking forum is one of the friendly ones, you should check it out if you haven’t already. Happy birthday to Spanking Den!

The believable look of anguish on Pain Toy Moxxie’s face as the whip descends toward her pussy has got to be the combination of anticipation plus memory:

I say this because if you look at the closeup, you can see that the snapper on that whip is still in the air.

Which is not to say that she isn’t still feeling the previous stroke…

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• Lost In Her Whipping
• Whippy Thigh Caning
• Well Whipped Pain Toy
• Pain Toy Whipping
• Introducing Pain Toy

From Designing Intimacy, link discovered via Bondage Blog, a really intense birthday caning:

I still had my 22 birthday smacks coming up, and I just wasn’t sure how I was going to handle them.

And as if he read my mind, Jefferson picked up his cane. That mother-fucking cane. God I hate that thing.

A fine sheet of sweat immediately broke out on my skin with just the first few light raps. My body twisted and strained as I begun to spew obscenities at Jefferson.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he stung my hip with the cat. Anything but that dreadful cane. I moaned, but in pleasure, as the cat came down against my back again and again.

He dropped the cat on the floor and came to me rubbing my back and giving me kisses…

…

Then he went back to the cane.

I cursed at him, and tried my best to kick and grab at him, with each stinging strike.

“Thanks for the tip about tying you down.”
“Ugh! I hate you!”

And we hadn’t even gotten to the counting…

He kept tapping me- my ass, my thighs, even my feet.

“I’m going to start counting these!” I cried as he kept sending me into overload.
“No you’re not.”
“Ugh, just start already,” I pleaded.

He gave me a few hard whacks, for my brattiness I’m sure, before he instructed me to start counting.

5 strokes into it and I was ready to wuss out.

I made Jefferson wait and give me a few moments to let the pain sink in. He sat down to wait until I was ready to continue.

“I don’t know if I can do 22…” my voice wavered.
“Sure you can. You don’t have any other choice.”

He asked if I was ready to continue and I gave a weak affirmation.

I thrashed on the bed as he spaced strokes for me to count amidst easier taps, constantly keeping my skin on fire. I inhaled my hair as it hung in my face and I cursed myself for not putting it up earlier.

“Grr I just want to chop off all my hair!”
“Heh, aww poor thing.”
“You know…actually no, never mind.”
“Wise choice,” he warned me snapping another strike on me.

I worked hard to not loose count as he took breaks I insisted on.

The obscenities got worse as the count got higher. I wished him to burn in hell as he gave me two brutal strikes for 17.

“What’s significant about 17?” he quizzed me as he held the cane above me.
“Nothing…” I lied.
“You sure about that?” he pushed me, stinging my ass.
“Alright, alright! I lost my virginity!”

I screamed into the pillow as the second 17th stroke came down, trying to kick at him.

“Aww, this is the last song,” he noticed and went to go restart it.

“Now, where were we?”
“22?” I tried.
“No…”
“Ugh, 17,” I admitted, defeated.

18, 19, and 20 came down in rapid succession leaving me shaking with dry sobs taking over my body.

Jefferson sat in his chair tapping his cane as he waited for me to recover.

I just wanted it to be done and over with. I couldn’t take anymore. As my body recovered, I negotiated with Jefferson about the last 2.

“Just do the last 2. Just two single strikes. No tap-tap-tap in between, I can’t,” I moaned, on the verge of tears.
“You just want the last two strikes? No lead up?”
“Yeah, just do it and get it over with. At medium intensity…”
“How hard is up to me, but I can just give 2. Are you ready?” Jefferson asked standing up.

I nodded, taking a deep breath in.

He stood next to me. I tried not to clench as he took his aim. I screamed out 21 as he hit me square in the middle of my ass.

He gave me a few seconds before winding up for the last one. He hit me hard, high up on the ass. I screamed 22 then punched him the leg and yelled at him for hitting so high.

He rubbed my back and nodded in agreement that it was a little high.

This post comes with a link you really ought to follow, since there are some extremely pretty pretty bondage pussy spanking photos and a blowjob closeup. But my purpose in posting is to share the following photo caption, which reminds me of my instant (and astounded) “you’ve gotta be kidding” mental reaction whenever I hear a story about one of those sex crimes that prosecutors delicately describe as “forced oral sodomy”:

Blow job along with the slapper. Master claims to enjoy me trying to squeal around His cock. I claim He’s a brave, brave man to put His cock in my mouth while slapping my pussy.

Brave, or insane? Well, I guess he knows his Kaya well enough to take his chances. Maybe she has what would be called “a soft mouth” if we were talking about bird dogs.

Oops, was that a politically incorrect thought?

One of Kaya’s commenters chimes in:

There is something unique about the pleasure derived from spanking the puss of the lady who is concurrently “honkin’ your horn”.

Maybe it’s the suspense of lips or teeth. Or the whole russian roulette thing…”is this the time my luck runs out”…..reminds me of a scene from the movie “The Deer Hunter”.

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• Spanking Excuses

Pretty face?

Check. (That’s model Marie Luv by the way.)

Spankable booty?

Check.

Er, make that “Checkity-check-check-CHECK!”

Some nice bondage to hold that spankable booty in place for spanking (or whatever)?

Check.

Remembering that riding crops and pussies were made for each other?

Check.

There’s really only one way this can end.

From this shoot at Sex And Submission.

Another entry in the “I don’t go to the right parties” file, this time from Pink Bottomed Girls:

Tonight, at the local play space I have become a member of, I got to aid in a birthday spanking for a little violet-haired cutie. (Let’s call her Shy Violet, as she also had adorable panties to match, and is quite shy).

Everyone who passed by the couch Violet was on with her Master was invited, by the birthday girl under her Master’s direction, to give her a number equal to her age (and of course there should be one to grow on!). And who is Miss Pink to say no to that invitation?

She was a good little girl, kneeling to face her Master, bent over so I could lift up her skirt and expose her pretty already pink bottom peeking out from fishnets and panties. She counted as she received the smacks, my bare little hand stinging against her exposed flesh. I think she was a little surprised at the force. (I think people are always a little surprised to see me spank, and hard, especially in this context where I am seen as a submissive, a bottom… they don’t often see my also very well developed sadist come out!)

Amber writes the prettiest lust letters to her husband:

You, you, and only you I want to grasp me firmly, handle me forcefully, striking me liberally and hard as you do with your new thick, heavy, sturdy embroidered leather paddle, causing each line of the design bite into my flesh, the strength of your blows taking me by surprise each and every time, shocking, taking my breath away, reducing me to a screaming, gasping, soaking embodiment of lust for you and the pain you can inflict.

…

I long for you to punish me thoroughly, uncompromisingly. I know that you will be admiring your handiwork and my reaction to it, checking me for inevitable wetness after especially hard strokes, sticking your fingers into the hungry mouth between my legs, hitting even harder next time, delighting in the directly proportional relationship between the intensity of the agony you subject me to and the pleasure it, paradoxically, brings. I wish for you to allow me to rub myself, as you cause me increasingly more and more pain, until I come loudly, a triumph to your mastery as a lover and a dominant.

And after I thus come, I crave for you to take me and fuck me roughly, from behind, holding me by my shoulders, or in any other way you like, really, thrusting into me again and again, until we both break into sweat.

Whew, is it just me or did it suddenly get warm in here?