Whilst rooting through the Spanking Blog archives for another purpose, I discovered a reference to a post on a long-defunct spanking blog called Post Coitum Animal Triste. I decided to check the Internet Archives Wayback Machine to see if the post could still be found. Alas, no. Sadly, only one month’s archive page from that blog appears ever to have been scooped into the spotty memory of that vast but capricious remembering beast.
But that one page had so many gems on it! So I decided to post several vignette-ish excerpts. I trust and hope that Irona, wherever she may be, will not mind.
I don’t have a safeword. In fact, I didn’t even know that such a thing existed until recently. The whole concept of safewords is totally exotic and foreign to me. M listens to what I say and he reads my body language (Ironian dialect). Body language has one enormous advantage over verbal expression: It is 100 % honest. If I tell M that hitting me sharply on the inner thighs and cunt with the riding crop feels “fuckingawfulandIcan’tbearitpleasestop!”, then he does. It is as simple as that. I usually revel in being whacked on my cunt with the crop, but I don’t have a constantly high pain threshold…
On caning and sex in the morning:
I’m a lucky girl, and I enjoy life’s simple pleasures. This morning I woke up as horny as hell and begging for:
One single cane stripe.
One silent, deadly, stinging woosh, perfectly executed and applied to the crest of my buttocks, precisely to the spot where the cane can be balanced without rolling off.
There was a price to pay, however. I was ordered to hold my arms outstretched, palms upward (I was face down on the bed), and M balanced a coin on each fingertip. I was admonished not to let one single coin fall off.
I failed miserably, a little pile of coins jingling on the bed before he’d even touched me. I still got my stripe though :). Then he rolled the tip of the cane back and forth over my clit and it came up glistening.
We collapsed, giggling, and he sucked and fucked me from here to next week.
On loving and whipping:
You order me to my knees, grab hold of my hair, gently but firmly pulling my head back until I am forced to look you in the eye. The love and concern in your expression humble me. You tell me in a stern voice that I have been bad, am to be whipped, and that you may well find it necessary to tie me. Shivers run down my spine. I cannot begin to describe the powerful tide of emotion that rips through me. I am melting.
Tie me, whip me, fuck me.
Above all else – love me.
On spanking and bad television:
I took myself off to bed early to relax and read, but ended up watching TV. M came in, scoffed at my choice of viewing and went out again. When he returned, he asked me what had happened next. I refused to tell him on the grounds of him making derisory remarks about the documentary in question and not being in the slightest bit interested. Big mistake. He grabbed my hairbrush, (would you believe that I was a hairbrush virgin?!), flipped me on to my tummy and walloped the answer out of me. I never knew a hairbrush could sting so bad, and I didn’t hold out for long… Today I woke up sporting a lovely bruise and with the exhilarating realisation:
He spanked me purely because he is in charge and because he can – and I loved every second of it.
On curing bad moods with the strap:
We snuggled, kissed, and he asked me how I thought I should have been dealt with, had we been alone in the house. I mulled this over for a while, but being a truthful and honest sub, I had to admit that I would have benefited greatly from being tied spreadeagled to the bed and whipped steadily and consistently with a strap or the crop on my buttocks, thighs and shoulders until I broke down and cried, releasing all the bad tension and pent up emotions (the firm application of leather to my bottom always induces tears, and I so needed to cry and couldn’t).
“Something to look forward to”, he said, smiling.
On getting spanked with a banana:
Fruit is good for you and very, err, versatile, we all know that, but have you ever been whacked on the derriere with a … banana?!
So he came after me, grabbed me by the shoulders (ignoring my cries of “You can’t, don’t you dare, I’m still siiiiiick!”) and pushed me to my knees in front of the sofa, held me down and belted my bum something like 6 or 8 times with said banana (slightly under-ripe and unpeeled). For good measure, he added another dozen or so with the palm of his hand. Then he growled:
“Let that be a lesson to you!” – or words to that effect.
The banana (all thud, no sting) survived its ordeal surprisingly unscathed (!), and my beloved proceeded to peel and eat it. I just hope he doesn’t make a habit of eating our toys.
On submissive talents:
My talents as a submissive are sadly lacking. M disagrees — he finds my raw need and willingness to perform oral sex on him when I’ve been ordered to my knees quite sweet.
On behavioral correction:
A direct impact on my bottom has a direct impact on my behaviour. I have pondered on this aspect of my psyche since my relationship with M developed it’s new dynamic, and I am still in the dark. Even years of therapy haven’t produced an answer. So much for therapy.
The short, sharp shock treatment works. Much wriggling, howling, rolling on to my back and being ordered back on to my tum later, I have learned my lesson. It definitely falls into the “don’t try this out at home, folks” category.
On submissive blowjobs:
I ask permission to lick your swollen cock, you stroke my hair, tilt my chin up with your hand, give me that intense look that dissolves any remnant of resistance I may still possess.
“Ask me again, nicely.”
“Please sir, oh please let me suck your cock, sir”.
The tip of my tongue flicks gently over the tip of your cock, laps round the shaft, up and down, returning to the tip to torment you. The salty, earthy and at the same time deliciously sweet pre cum trickles over my lips and down my chin. You are moaning hard and fast now, and my mouth, pussy, tits, bum cheeks are throbbing with anticipation. You raise me to my feet, motioning me to bend over the arm of the sofa. Of course, this can mean two things: I am in for a sound thrashing with the belt you discarded minutes before, and/or you will enter me from behind. Whip me and then mount me? Mount me and then whip me?
Putting this together makes me nostalgic for the first crop of spanking blogs that followed this one in 2003 and 2004 and 2005, most of them now long gone but for short snippets and broken links in my archives. Blogs vanish for many reasons, and I know that sometimes (only sometimes!) the reasons include wanting to take down the material. But in all the other cases (owner got bored, lost the man she was blogging about and with and so ran out of new material, forgot to pay the hosting bill, lost the domain name, whatever) it’s a loss to us all that those posts are no longer on the web.
Which brings me to an offer I’ve been meaning to make for some time. Did you ever write a spanking blog (or, really, any sort of kinky adult blog) that you wish was still on the web? If yes, do you have any sort of archives of your posts, in any electronic format (this includes online archives such as the WayBack machine)? I realize that for a lot of folks, figuring out how to convert old archives in odd formats into new web pages, then finding a stable and secure way of keeping those web pages online, might be too much of a challenge technically or financially. If that describes you, I’m offering to create a permanent archive of your old blog posts for you, and maintain it for free. The hosting costs would be trivial compared to what I’m already spending, and I’d dearly love to see more of the early spanking blogs preserved, than have been. My only requirement would be that you grant me a permanent and irrevocable license to maintain the material on the web; I don’t want to go to all the effort of building a mirror of your old blog, only to have someone ask me to take it down again at a later date.
Even if your archive is incomplete, it doesn’t much matter to me. If you blogged for more than a few months and got links from elsewhere in the spanking blog community, somebody out there is missing you. If there’s any substantial fraction of your work that could be restored permanently to the web, it would be worth doing.
If you’re interested in taking me up on this, get in touch and let me know what you have.