Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

I know some of you like a good hand spanking. This gallery from Spanking Mags is actually a very nice example of the punished “schoolgirl” genre, complete with Plimsol slipper, cane, and a nice antique wooden desk to bend her over in (and out of) her cute white knickers:

This is really Adele’s story and I feel guilty for “borrowing” it. But it’s too much fun not to share.

Seems she found one of those illustrated tracts for children explaining that (and this is a direct quote) “sometimes that’s why we get sick, because the Lord is spanking us for being naughty.”

O RLY?

Yes, really. There’s even a drawing:

Adele has the whole page I cropped this from.

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Here’s a bent-over anime girl getting a blazing red bottom via the cruel instrumentality of a metal ruler:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

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Here’s a fairly entertaining story (if you can get past the lack of character motivation) of a woman who gets spanked, for no particular reason, by another woman at the controls of a very sophisticated set of laboratory robot arms:

By the time I’d made it through the last door I was aware that the lights were on in the contagion room. That didn’t surprise me a lot, because the weekend staff was often careless about the lights, too. Still, I was curious enough to slip into the darkened control room in order to see, without being seen, whether someone was in the C-Room, as we called it.

Someone was there, all right, and the sight just about blew my mind! Kristin lay on her back on one of the work counters, totally nude, her clothing in a pile on the floor. That would have been astounding enough, but what made the scene really incredible was that the “fingers” on one of the mechanical arms were fondling one of her breasts while those on a second arm were busy amidst the pale hair between her legs! Incredulous at what I was seeing, I sat down to watch.

The computer beside me was on and the screen indicated that it was in the “engaged” mode, which meant it was controlling the mechanical devices in the C-Room. Kristin had obviously done a little extra-curricular programming, and from what I could tell she seemed to have done a very good job!

I couldn’t hear anything from the next room, but Kristin’s head and body were in constant motion as the mechanical digits caressed first one breast and then the other, pulled gently at her engorged nipples, and glided easily in and out of the dark slit that was only half-hidden by her silky pubic hair.

I stood up quietly and slipped a blank tape into the VCR. I didn’t know what I might do with the tape, but the way my own juices were starting to flow, I suspected that I was going to want to watch this scene again - in living color, no less! It was while I was loading the tape that I noticed a third mechanical arm. It was motionless now, but Kristin plainly didn’t expect it to remain so, because its padded fingers were clamped around the base of the largest dildo I’d ever seen!

Without any definite plan in mind, I switched on the video monitor in the control room, so I could see and hear what was being recorded on the video tape, and disengaged the computer. Kristin looked surprised as the magic fingers stopped their kneading and probing, and then astonished as the hand that had been toying with her pussy moved up to her waist.

Astonishment gave way to alarm as I used the arm to roll her onto her stomach. She began to struggle, making incoherent sounds, but I pushed two of the mechanical hands into the small of her back to hold her in place on the flat counter. I hadn’t decided what to do next, but the sight of her perfect ass, wiggling as she tried vainly to get her knees under her, gave me an idea.

I spread the arms slightly and opened their fingers to grip Kristin firmly on either side of her narrow waist. With their immense strength the mechanical arms had no trouble lifting her off the counter. I swung her into the middle of the room, where she hung suspended by her middle about five feet off the floor, head down, boobs jutting, legs kicking and arms flailing helplessly. “Stop it”, she yelled, “whoever you are! Put me down, now!”

I offered no response as my eyes searched the C-Room for a suitable object. I found a perfect one on another work counter - a 50-centimeter scale. It was like a ruler except that it was made out of thick, clear plastic, twenty inches long, two inches wide and about a quarter of an inch thick.

I activated the third arm - the one holding the dildo - and Kristin, looking upside down between her legs, must have seen it move, because she started screaming and kicking wildly. “No! Don’t you dare touch me with that!” she shrieked. She relaxed a little when she realized the arm was moving past her. I fully intended to make use of the dildo, but not just yet.

Opening the mechanical fingers, I dropped the dildo on the counter and picked up the plastic scale. It took a little maneuvering to get the hand to hold the scale properly, clutching it near the end and locking the fingers so that a minor flick of the mechanical “wrist” imparted considerable speed and momentum to the heavy scale. Then I moved the arm into position behind and slightly to the side of Kristin’s creamy white ass.

All I knew about spanking I’d learned as a child, bent over the edge of the kitchen table while my mother applied a yardstick to the seat of my jeans or, on a few occasions, to my bared bottom. That had taught me that spankings were both painful and humiliating, and those were precisely the sensations I wanted the ice queen to experience.

I gave the mechanical wrist an experimental flick, and was rewarded with a sharp yelp of pain through the control room speaker. The plastic scale had landed on the left cheek of Kristin’s ass, but it hadn’t bounced away as I thought it would have if I’d been holding the scale in my own hand. I tried a lighter touch, but it was evidently too light, because Kristin didn’t make a sound.

In a matter of minutes, though, I became quite adept, if I say so myself. Each swing of the makeshift paddle resulted in a satisfying yell from Kristin and left another pink blotch on the silky skin of her bottom. I picked up the tempo as I became more confident, and let the scale wander over the backs of her thighs as well as her ass. In almost no time the ice queen was sobbing and begging for the paddling to stop. She hadn’t been spanked as a child, I guessed, or she’d have more endurance.

I responded to her pleas with a blistering flurry of smacks that really covered the target area and had Kristin kicking and screaming. Any effort she might have made earlier to keep her legs closed was abandoned, and the video camera had perfect view of her wet beaver - though it couldn’t have been as wet as mine was!

Then I moved the arm over to the other work surface and laid the scale carefully on the edge of the counter. I picked up the gross-looking dildo and began moving the arm back toward Kristin. She saw it coming and began
shrieking in protest again.

I decided that I enjoyed being the spanker instead of the spankee enough that I could let Kristin decide when she preferred the dildo to the paddle. I dropped the dildo, picked up the plastic scale, and resumed my attack on that perfectly shaped ass.

By that time I was becoming a real virtuoso, and the feeling between my legs was leading me to think that I should take up bare-bottom spanking as a serious hobby, if not a full-time profession. Kristin yelled and begged as I peppered her immobilized butt and flailing thighs with dozens of stinging blows.

Once her ass and the backs of her thighs had turned a nearly uniform shade of crimson, I stopped the spanking and exchanged the scale for the dildo again. Again Kristin protested when she the saw the mechanical fingers grasp the plastic cock, but when I put it down and moved toward the scale, she quickly said “No, no more of that, don’t hit me any more!” She said nothing as I moved the dildo slowly toward her.

The camera had a clear view of Kristin’s pussy but I didn’t, so I halted the arm carrying the dildo a couple of feet away from her, and used the other robot arms to turn her until she was facing almost directly away from me. Then I had to move the camera so that it had essentially the same view I did, and zoomed it to provide a close-up shot.

I wondered suddenly, as I swung the third arm around and thrust the flesh-colored dildo toward Kristin’s glistening cuntlips, if this was how a man felt as he prepared to shove his dick into a woman’s waiting pussy. Too bad, I thought, that the mechanical appendages had no nerves; it would have been a blast to feel what a man feels at the moment of entry.

Kristin groaned as I touched the tip of the dildo against the outer lips of her pussy. I increased the pressure, watching in fascination as her clitoris flattened and her lips spread to surround the enormous phallus. I pushed harder, and Kristin gave a sharp cry as two inches of the ribbed dildo sank out of sight.

From Advanced Biology Lab by Linda Loring.

So, let’s say you’ve got some sweet young thing enslaved and incarcerated in the bottom of your dungeon:

Of course, from time to time, you have take her out and play with her. It’s the only humane thing to do, right?

Of course, it’s incumbent upon the lady of a great household like this (and we know this must be one of the great houses of Europe, for when do we find dungeons of such quality in the minor houses of Europe?) to display a genuine warm and friendly interest in the maintenance and exercise of the slavegirls. Which this particular great lady is doing: “How’s her bottom, dear? Is it done yet?”

Pictures are from Pain Gate.

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This is handy — if you tie your anime heroine up in front of a mirror, she can watch her own reaction to a good bottom beating:

Did I say explicit? More explicit, indeed, than I care to republish here. These are like still life drawing subjects. Two apples and a banana in a bowl; a book and a hand; a penis, a pussy, and a welt-covered bottom. You, know, the classics.

The artist calls this one Settling Down.

And this one? A Visit To Red Ridge Caverns, maybe.

The striped bottom belongs to the ever-lovely Madison Young, whose slave training tribulations are well-documented in the rest of the gallery from The Training Of O.

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From the anime images group on Usenet:

Looks like she’s enjoying her riding crop spanking!

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As with all of the flash banner game/ads you find on the web, the “free” membership you “win” if you successfully play this Flash whipping “game” provides just enough access to the Alt.com kinky-hookups adult dating site to whet your appetite. I do, however, know that some folks in more urban areas have a lot of kinky fun with folks they meet via Alt.com, so it’s not a completely bogus offering. And, anyway, this particular bit of Flash frivolity is too much fun to pass up:

Enjoy!

I like this comic spanking postcard from (where else?) Spanking Postcard:

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You can always count on Sex And Submission for a good old-fashioned naked bondage caning:

I admire the way author Mark Steward portrays this young lady who wants a caning, but doesn’t want to ask for it outright:

Tanya’s buttocks healed quickly, thanks to the liniment the surgeon had left with her. She had been very careful of her conduct and had, so far, escaped the captain’s cane. But this state of affairs could not last for ever and she knew that before the voyage ended she would have to submit to being caned by him.

Surprisingly, the thought did not fill her with revulsion and fear as she considered it would. Several times, when left alone in the cabin, she had taken the cane from the cupboard and flexed it between her small hands. It was supple and thin and it seemed strange to her that such an inanimate object could come to life in a man’s hand and cause such pain in her buttocks.

The truth of this was to be brought home to her in no uncertain manner before long. One morning, one of the young midshipmen, he couldn’t have been more than seventeen years old, came to the cabin to collect a telescope the captain had forgotten to take on deck with him. Instead of merely handing him the instrument, she made him stay and talk to her for a while. She was interested to find out as much as she could about the captain. In a short time, she learned a lot, mostly to his credit.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the captain himself barged into the cabin, his face clouded with anger. “What are you doing?” he shouted at the young man. “It does not take you ten minutes just to fetch something. You were ordered to return immediately. I will speak to Mr Noakes. Now get back to your duties.” So saying, he followed the fleeing lad and slammed the door behind him.

Tanya was in a state of confused agitation. His entry had taken her by surprise and his exit had shaken her. She suddenly remembered how he had introduced the cane to her. ‘Similar to what is used on the midshipmen’, he had said. Had she been the cause of the young lad getting a thrashing? This thought was still troubling her when John Macklay returned to the cabin an hour later.

“What will you do to that young lad, Sir?” she dared to ask.

“He will be flogged for dereliction of duty.”

“It was not his fault,” Tanya blurted out. “He would have returned immediately, but I made him stay and tell me about life on board!” she tried to explain. “I said you wouldn’t mind. It is not fair to have him punished.”

The captain turned on her, anger showing on his face and in his eyes. “You had no right to assume whether I would mind or not,” he said. “He knew this and should not have stayed.” The blatant anger clearly showing in his voice, gave Tanya an insight into an aspect of his character that had, so far not been apparent. It showed that beneath his apparently mild exterior he was a strict disciplinarian.

Tanya thought of the cane, which still hung in the cupboard, and shuddered. As much as she dreaded and hated even the thought of it lashing her bottom, she knew what she must do. The young boy had been friendly towards her and it would not be fair for him to be beaten because of her.

“No matter what you say, it was my fault not his. If anyone must be punished, it should be me,” she stammered. “I will take his punishment for him,” she added, speaking softly and trying to hide the terror she felt from showing in her voice.

“So be it!” he said. “I will see that he gets let off with a caution. I would have ordered eighteen strokes for him. Bend over the end of the desk.”

Tanya stood still for a second or two as realization of what she was to endure sank in. He had not ordered her to bare her bottom, but some inner sense told her that would be what he would require. Instead of raising her skirts and bending, almost unconsciously, her hands undid the buttons of her dress. It slid to the floor, followed almost immediately by her undergarments. She hesitated, standing naked before him, then walked to the desk. She felt the edge press against the top of her thighs. She bent over, feeling the cool wood against her stomach and reached forward and gripped the far end of the top tightly. She felt the coolness of the cane touching her trembling cheeks.

“Since you were honest and owned up and prevented the lad from being wrongly punished, I will let you off with only ten strokes,” John Macklay said sternly. “But do not do it again.”

“No, Sir!” Tanya stammered, and as she felt the cane leave her cheeks.

The words had hardly left her lips when she heard the cane swish through the air and the report of it striking her bare flesh. Immediately a line of fire erupted in her bottom. Whereas the rope had burnt, the cane left behind a thin line, which felt as it a white-hot iron had been laid against her. She managed to keep still and stifle the scream that surged in her throat.

From Trained In The Harem.

This classic “French Postcard” featuring a lesbian whipping in the forest is for sale now on Ebay, if you don’t mind a painful price:

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I’ve commented before on the many benefits of caning through a pair of jeans. But I’m not sure I’ve emphasized how cute it is:

From Spanked Cutie, of course.

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I like the soft lines of this pussy-whipping drawing from Sado Bondage:

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It’s important to remember, if you’re prone to whipping your puppy girl while you’re scantily clad: she might bite!

From Vintage Spanking.

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Look what Violet found! Too late for Halloween here, but pretty goth girls spanking with candy cannot be ignored. Let the spankings begin:

Sure, it’s a bit foolish to spank with something that fragile, but just look at the array of replacement lollypops waiting to be broken over that bottom!

Pretty quickly it becomes pure candy carnage:

And now we come to the happy ending of our sweet tale, candy-spanked bottom nicely reddened:

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It’s time for another one of Monmouth’s libidinous assignations:

Libby brought a pair of leather handcuffs and a seductively purple blindfold to our first meeting. With them on, her hands restrained and her eyes covered, she compliantly bends over, kneels and sucks. I’ve added various elements to this — a buttplug, bondage tape, and a smooth, flat wooden ruler for spanking her bottom bright, throbbing red — but the cuffs and the blindfold always come out.

This time, they were the first thing on the menu. As soon as her hands were cuffed and her eyes covered Libby sank into a state of aroused malleability, not speaking except for the occasional response to my questions. I told her to bend over the bed, and when I pulled her skirt up to expose her bottom the motion was met with a sharp intake of breath.

In this state I barely need to touch her. I do, of course, but it’s such a delicious anticipation, waiting and not touching her where she wants to be touched. My hand hovered over her prone bottom — then striking suddenly and without warning.

Every slap of my hand seems to push her deeper. She was silent, until I stopped to run my finger down the length of the fabric of her lacy thong in between the reddening globes of her ass. Just a little intake of breath and she spread her legs a bit. Inviting my fingers.

Not so fast.

I gave her another round of hard slaps with the palm of my hand, and when my fingers returned to stroke the insides of her thigh, I could feel the wetness of the fabric. I pulled it aside and teased her labia for a bit with my thumb, not going near her clit.

She wanted it urgently, but she didn’t want it just yet.

Pausing the mistreatment of her bottom, I reached for the wooden ruler. Thin, flat, and polished smooth, the wood had a good heft and spring in my hand. I imagine it felt cool against the flushed skin of her behind when I rested it lightly on the curve.

Another sharp intake of breath.

The ruler made a satisfyingly sharp sound on impact with her skin. I spanked her with it a few times. Then rested. Gave it another round. Rest. And so on, varying the speed, intensity and force, all the while wondering at what point this would turn from game to pain, from “yes” to…

At some point I stopped and stripped off my clothes while she waited behind the blindfold, wondering what next.

When she felt the tip of my cock against her lips she smiled and opened wide.