Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Lately I’ve been developing a furniture fetish of sorts. I see a handy ginormous spanking stool and I want one just like it:

But then I get, er, sucked into the story. First, our man can’t resist stepping around to the rear to conduct some important business, tucking the riding crop into his hip pocket:

And then, of course, it’s cleanup time!

From The Training Of O.

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Slavish writes about a spanking evening among the nettles:

Last Thursday evening saw me with my arms outstretched and trying very hard to hold still while Master nettled my nipples. Normally i would have managed quite well but my period was due and my nipples were very sensitive so i was squirming about all over the place.

For each squirm i got whacked on the front and inner thighs, ouchy ouch. Left me with some fantastic bruises.

Ended up with me straddled over a kitchen chair which had a large bunch of nettles lying on the seat. Eventually my legs gave way and i ended up with a very nettled ass and cunt.

Who knew herbalism held such pleasures?

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Maybe I’ve been spank-blogging too long, but there’s something about this fairy girl that makes me think she’s just waiting for a man with a cane to come along:

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• The Spanking Fairy

An artist with a whip, this one. Every spanker knows there’s a sweet spot high on the inside leg, just where this whip tip is, where even the tips of your fingers (during a hand spanking) get a nifty reaction:

I’ll bet she’s worried. She should be, because sweet spots like this are like potato chips. The man with the whip is never satisfied with hitting just one of them, and this is not the sweetest.

From Pain Gate.

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• Whipping Post Picnic
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Just like the title says, a girl with a whip. Perhaps a circus performer?

You can see the cane tip in the bottom of the picture, so you know she’s not being struck at this very moment. Do you suppose the anguish on her face suggests that the previous stroke was a good one?

Me, I simply covet that sturdy caning horse she’s draped over. No room in our place to put it, sadly.

From Spanking Server.

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• Over The Caning Horse
• Anime Whipping

Sometimes a weary traveler will do anything to get a good night’s sleep in a noisy hotel:

“What the fuck do you want?” Her dark eyebrows arched mockingly, and her nose reminded Brian of a hawk.

Brian refused to be cowed.

“Would you shut the door? I’m trying to sleep.” He tried to get his temper under control. Every hotel he stayed in had someone who didn’t give a fuck if anyone got a good night’s sleep.

“What?” she said into the phone. “Oh, it’s some guy in a bathrobe who wants his beddy-time.”

She grinned in response to something. “Not bad. Muscular arms and legs, probably nice abs. But too much of a white-bread pussy. Yeah, pinky time again.”

Brian gently pushed her into the room as she laughed into the phone. She swatted at him but missed.

“I’m shutting the door. Good night,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster, and then pulled the door shut. He turned back to his room. What a fucking lioness!

“Not so fast, honey!” The door flew open. “Hey Sophie, this guy thinks he can shut up Sharon Ampleby!” She bumped her dimpled knees together and put her hands on her cheeks in mock horror. “I’m so scared of the big bad pussy! Oh, he looks all steamed! Gonna spank me?” She flipped up the back of her shirt, flashing her curvy round rump, slipped into a lacy red thong.

Brian blushed and glanced away. She was shameless and goddamned sexy as well. Sharon snorted and turned away, continuing her conversation at her usual volume.

“Just another dickless wonder. Anyway…”

Brian rushed back into her room, slamming the door behind him. He tapped the chattering Sharon on the shoulder. She turned with a look of exasperation on her face.

“I’ll call you back. Gotta deal with the beddy-boy.” She snapped the cell shut. “Hey little boy, I’m trying to talk on the phone here. Why don’t you just run along, since you’re not man enough to know how to treat a goddess like me.”

“No,” growled Brian. “I believe I know exactly what to do with a girl like you!” He snatched the phone from her hand. “You won’t be needing that,” he said, tossing it onto the bed.

“Keep your hands off my stuff!” she snarled.

“Oh, I’ve tried being nice.” Brian could feel all the resentments of the past two weeks of travel, of airports and hotel rooms, of lousy restaurants and boorish tourists bubbling up uncontrollably. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to the twin of the chair in his room. He sat down and pulled her roughly across his lap.

“It’s time you learned some manners!”

“What!” she gasped. “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes I can.” He pulled back the tail of her shirt and smiled at her firm round bottom. It was really a sight to enjoy. Her red lacy thong plunged between her full, well muscled cheeks. He gently ran his hand over them, so soft, yet so firm.

“I don’t suppose you want to apologize?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“How dare you touch me!” She tried to pull herself free, but he just pushed her head forward and down, so her beautiful ass stuck up into the air.

“Good.” He gave her a short sharp slap across both cheeks, just a warm up really. This was just the ticket for a frustrated traveler!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room. Her flanks tightened and her knuckles turned white as she clutched the chair in surprise. He raised his hand high into the air, really winding up this time. She twisted her head and watched, her mouth hanging open with disbelief. Then his hand swung down, hard as hell and solid. The spank heard round the world!

“Oww!!” she screamed, twisting and pulling pleasurably across his lap. He held her firm. “You bastard. You cock sucking bastard!!”

“Careful Sharon,” he said, watching as his large red hand-print rose to the surface of her generous buttocks. “Not everyone thinks cock sucking is a bad idea.”

“Cock sucking is for servile pussies,” she growled, her talon like red nails trying to reach his legs.

“You have no idea how to be nice, do you?” He smacked her again, just as hard as the last, across her left cheek this time. She screamed again, with a mixture of pain and frustration.

“The rooms are actually quite sound proof,” he said, letting her have one on her right cheek. “If you keep the door shut.”

“Stop that!” she demanded. Her nails came close to getting him, but he pushed her further forward, her pubis dragging across his stiffening cock. Now her ass was presented to him perfectly on the platter of his lap as she was forced to brace her hands on the floor.

“You’ve never been disciplined, have you Sharon?”

From Spanking Sharon by Tom Thumper.

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From this account of a trip to Hong Kong and the Phillipines:

Palawan island. Very remote. But, I must say, it was very beautiful, and nothing is more romantic than being whipped on the sands while staring out across deep blue/teal water with green cliffs and islands in the background. However, we didn’t really have time to do this in a secluded location, so I think a crowd of Filipino workers got the singular experience of watching a man in a suit whip a girl in a dress and then passionately kiss. (I think my friends were also watching from the veranda. I wonder what they made of it?)

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• Beach Spanking

I’ve gotta say, this is the dirtiest bit of perverted innocence I’ve seen in a long time. Take one gang of (not really) high school “girls”:

Add the usual dose of cliquish bitchiness, and mix liberally with the sadistic imaginations of the folks from Wired Pussy. What do you get?

Well, spanking, sure:

But that’s just the beginning. From hair pulling to forced pussy licking, plus flogging in the girl’s bathroom and some strap-on sex on the bathroom floor with everybody watching, it’s an extravaganza of schoolgirls gone deliciously bad.

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I’ve seen this artwork before, there’s a whole series featuring turban-wearing sadists in European clothing styles. I think the artist may be “Carlos” and the art dates to the 1930s:

This one found at Bondage Blog.

She’d ask you herself, but she’s shy that way.

Proof, from “The I in Team” episode:

Willow (about Buffy): Guess she’s out with Riley. You know what it’s like with a spanking new boyfriend.
Anya (re: Xander): Yes, we’ve enjoyed spanking.

…

Buffy (about Riley’s lunch selection): … A Twinkie! That’s his lunch? Oh, he is so gonna be punished.
Willow: Everyone’s getting spanked but me.

You know how it looks when you whack a couch cushion or something like that with a cane? And the impression that’s left in the knap of the fabric shows the cane stripe?

Well, these pictures of a girl getting caned in a plush (and tight!) running suit show “welts” like that:

Via Spank Slaves.

Here’s a very debauched monk, courtesy of Vintage Lust. The artist is Aroldo Bonzagni, and I think he may also have drawn this nun whipping art I posted in July.

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Well, duh. You knew that, already.

But from the electric smile on this young lady’s face as she works over Rosaleen Young’s bottom, it might be a fairly recent discovery for her:

However, it is my considered opinion that both of them have too many clothes on.

From Spank My Bottom.

I really like the non-standard — but very effective! — bondage position for this whipping:

From the simple but interesting Japanese bondage art “picture of the day” site Sado Bondage.

Kaya gets the best hate mail. It’s a pity (although, too, probably a mercy) that her master keeps her on a tight leash when it comes to acknowledging or responding to it. Because when she does, look out:

You think you’ve got me “all figured out” from the blurbs you read? You think that you are going to save me from myself?

You could not be more wrong. I’m saving myself, with no help from do-gooders like you. The only abuse that I ever suffer in my life right now is from anonymous assholes sitting on a high horse of morality with no clue about ME, no clue about what makes me happy, judging me from afar. People like you.

I do not cry anymore, at least not for the same reasons that I cried while lying in a puddle of shame on the bathroom floor so many years ago. I cry now for other reasons, reasons far beyond your tiny mind’s ability to fathom. I cry in relief because there is *nothing* wrong with me, I am not flawed, I am not sick, I am not demented. I cry because I’m living the life I dreamed about for so long. I cry because I’m incredibly lucky, because other people that I know want what I have, because they are still masturbating in shame and I am not. I cry because I have someone who knows every single dark thing about me and He loves me for it. Not in spite of it, and He doesn’t love me “anyway”, He loves me because I am exactly who and what I am. And that is a priceless gift, in any relationship, bdsm or vanilla.

I cry out of extreme happiness and satisfaction. I cry from the pain that I crave. Pain that I need, that I seek out. Pain that makes me feel alive and joyful, that makes life colorful and amazing and wonderful.

And I cry because He loves me more than life itself and that’s an awesome feeling.

I hope that someday you can understand it. Before you make someone else ashamed of being who they are. Deeming what is acceptable for another person is really quite wrong of you. Incredibly so.

The only one who should be ashamed here is you.

Celebratory in-yer-face bonus link: In one post, Kaya asks what’s the big deal about face-slapping, and then shows pictures of her “ass of weapons destruction” cutting a sticky swathe (in any military operation like this, there’s bound to be a few minor abrasions) through a pile of her master’s favorite spanking toys.

Bethie is always willing and, on any given day, more playful than I am. She’d kill for a second flogger like the one below (the one we have is suede), and she’s been hinting for a bunny tail and a dog tail. So it’s no difficult feat to imagine her in this posture:

But there’s puppy play, and then there’s puppy play. Like middle aged people everywhere, we’ve got the usual assortment of aches and pains. I don’t mind saying my own knees and elbows are cringing (hard to picture, but true) in sympathy with bondage model Madison Young:

Bethie could take Madison in an ass-paddling contest without breaking a sweat, I have no doubt. But kneecap and elbow crawling on hard tile? I wouldn’t even let her try it, no, ouch ouch all the wrong kinds of ouch.

From The Training Of O.

From a weblog by Slavish:

Had a wonderful time with my Master last Thursday evening. Laid over Masters metal table so that my ass was in the air, bound with cling film around my wrists so that i really couldn’t move and then caned. Hard.

Even after the caning had ended and my ass was stinging like mad i begged Master for more of the cane, knowing that if i received any more they would be extra hard. I was given six more whacks. It hurt like mad but it was one of those times when i just really needed to feel the pain.

My ass was bruised and it didnt half hurt when we sat down to eat supper. Once we had eaten i begged Master again to please spank me so i found myself across his knee having my already throbbing ass spanked with his hard hand.

A chance to practise my deep throating technique, the big giant black dildo pushed up inside my ass hole while Master used the buzzer on my clit, plenty of cums being allowed. Wow, a brilliant evening.

There’s nothing in the world like a spot of informal military discipline:

Do you suppose she’s being punished for wearing white panties instead of camo or drab like her top? Those bright white underthings could get her killed squatting behind a bush on a moonlit night….

From Spanking Server.

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This spanking account comes from the Real Life Spanking Stories area on The Spanking Den forum:

Back when I was a young adult I was dating a local preacher’s daughter. I had given some light playful spankings to her, but not punishment and we had not had sex, just went part way.

Between sunday school and worship a girl who had a big crush on me came up and was talking to me, my GF got miffed and I told her she was out of line. While we were talking about it, the girl come up again and the next thing I knew a fight broke out! I was so shocked, I pulled them apart in seconds. I gave my GF a tongue lashing lecture about attacking a kid in the church building and how ashamed I was to be her BF. She fired back and I told her it was over, I was done with her.

Church ticked by like eternity as I sat there brewing over the scene she had caused. She rode with me so we had to leave together. I took her home in silence and noticed her expression changing from a twisted angry to a repentance in the 2 mile ride. Guess it was sinking in what she had done, coming from church and all.

Can not recall why, but when we got to her house I had to go in, guess I had stuff there. Once inside I read her face as tears rolled down her cheeks which was one of her best features and knew she was very ashamed of her behavior, some thing just clicked inside me and her at the same time, with out a word I just walked over, guided her to her knees facing the front of the recliner, bent her over into the seat and began to peel her. (She had the full church girl outfit on, it was like layers of an onion and took effort.) First up came her tight skirt which I had to wiggle over her perky butt in that position, then the slip easily joined it, I pulled the hose down near her knees, and finally the panties (white of course!) were slid down, revealing a nice white bottom trapped in an ummodest positoning causing quite a view.

It was just a hand spanking, but I slapped full strength and left a nice red hand print on her white cheek. I took my time, the slowest spanking I ever gave. Each slap was full strength and she reacted to every one, soon she was glowing. She sniffled and cried quietly the whole time, but never complained. Little by little she loosened and slumped further into the recliner taking it with total submission. After several minutes of spanking, I rubbed her dark red bottom and told her that she had just went way too far today and it could not ever happen again. She said “I know, I’m sorry.” sniffling. We had oral sex and then got dressed before anyone got home.

There was just something about that spanking for both of us. The way she acted leading up to it, the long silence from the church building that built the emotion up, the fact we both had the same idea for a solution at the same time without communicating, the church clothes (I think that was the icing on the cake), and the fact she came straight home from church and got a good spanking, not sure what all, but that spanking was one of the biggest turn ons I have ever experienced in my life.

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You’ve got to love a bit of TV slashfic involving a basement spanking and some popsicle buggery for the annoying Jackie character from That 70s Show:

Jackie Burkhardt waltzed into the Foreman’s basement, beaming with pride. “Ohmigod, you guys will not believe what just happened to me!”

“You magically remembered that you owe me fifty bucks?” smirked Donna.

“No, stupid! I was nominated for Snow Queen! That can only mean one thing…that I’m the prettiest and most popular girl in Point Place!”

“Don’t forget the shallowest and most arrogant,” added Hyde.

“Look Jackie, we’ve had it with your shit. You owe me money, you ratted out Eric to his sister, you annoy Hyde, and you’ve given Fez blue balls on more than one occasion.”

“Look, I promise I’ll pay you back your money, as soon as I buy this new dress I’ve wanted.”

“I don’t think so. You’re going to learn a lesson, and we’re going to teach you. Guys?”

With that Eric and Hyde each grabbed one of Jackie’s arms, holding her firm.

“Hey, what’s going on? What do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re going to teach you what happens to stuck-up little rich girls,” Donna said, without getting up off the couch. “They get a spanking.”

“What?” Jackie’s eyes were as big as saucers. “You can’t spank me. I’ll tell Daddy. I’ll tell Michael!”

“The important fact you’re missing here is…we don’t care,” said Hyde, giving Jackie a pinch on the ass.

“Fez…help me!” pleaded Jackie.

“You heard her, Fez…help the poor girl out,” commanded Donna.

With that, Fez went over to Jackie, kneeled, and began unbuttoning her bell-bottom jeans.

“Stop it! You guys are crazy!” screamed Jackie. She attempted to kick Fez, but he had already worked her jeans down to her knees, imprisoning her legs.

“Oh, happy day,” he said, as he stared at her panties, mere inches from his face. They were white with pink lace and a little bow in front.

“Now bring her over here,” said Donna, pointing to her lap. She began rolling up her sleeves as the struggling girl was laid across her thighs. Hyde grabbed Jackie’s arms and held them out in front while Eric and Fez each grabbed a leg.

“Please, Donna, don’t do this…it’s too embarrassing!”

“Wow, what a great suggestion, Jackie!” said Donna. She grabbed the elastic waistband of the girl’s panties.

Time stood still in the Foreman basement, as Eric, Hyde, and Fez watched in amazement. Could this really be happening? Each of them had secretly fantasized about taking stuck-up Jackie over his knees and giving her a hard spanking on the bare, but none of them expected that Donna would share this desire.

Jackie, for her part, was mortified. She couldn’t believe that she was about to be de-pantsed and spanked in front of her friends. Not only were they her friends, but they were poor! And Fez wasn’t even from this country! The humiliation was unbearable.

But the panties were coming down. Jackie let out a prolonged “noooooooo!” as she felt the elastic slip down to her thighs and the cool air of the basement hit her exposed flesh. The boys all sighed in unison as Jackie’s superbly shaped white buttocks burst into view. Their mouths became instantly dry (partially due to the weed they’d just smoked) and their cocks sprung to life inside their pants.

Donna surveyed the pale, jiggling target on her lap and chuckled to herself. This would be the sweetest revenge ever.

From Punishing Jackie by Dr. Strange.

Maybe it’s the camera angle, maybe it’s the posture. But this girl getting paddled at Real Spankings is what my momma would have called “a long tall drink of water”:

More here, including some poor girls wearing big bruisey welts instead of pants.

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A reader from the UK sends in this spanking photograph as it appeared in the Friday, September 28 Daily Express newspaper:

Captioned: “1968: The solution to anti-Vietnam-war protests is clearly to render the offenders helpless and then give them a good spanking.”

Although I usually try to avoid real-life, non-consensual spanking material here on Spanking Blog, I’m bending my standards in this case due to the historical age and interest of the piece. And also because the lady in question is wearing really nice old-fashioned stockings with garters.

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