Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

This bit of anime girl-girl whipping art just seemed to cry out for captions. So a quick trip to the LolCat Builder later, we have:

Large version here. Art found on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

Although the spankings at The Punishment Book tend to have a disciplinary character, that doesn’t mean they aren’t sometimes just as charged with the sort of fantasy trigger points that tickle many spankos’ erotic buttons. Take this one:

Whatever the reason, I got a bit rambunctious and stuck out my tongue at M and Chris several times. Apparently more than five times.

So M decreed that I was to be hairbrushed. No surprise. But this spanking had a twist: it had to be in front of Chris and sparkle, because they had witnessed my misbehavior. Eep.

All joking aside, I’ve never been punished in front of anyone else before, so this pushed my comfort zone a bit. But as I said, both of them have spanked me and seen me spanked, which made it ok. Standing in front of M while he pulled down my pajama pants and panties was hard, but thankfully I was soon over his lap on the couch and could hide my face. A short warm-up by hand, followed by a sharp, stingy hairbrush, and ending with the dreaded ebony hairbrush. Scolding throughout, of course. About how tongue-sticking-out is not allowed, and even if punishments get postponed, they still happen, and how sorry I was going to be, etc.

I was finally allowed up and permitted to cuddle with M. But not before I repeated (verbatim) the following phrase: “I’m sorry I was such a naughty girl today.” To the audience.

Speaking of said audience, neither of them helped get me out of the spanking at all. I think their sympathy extended to Chris saying, “Well, what did you expect? You’re lucky you didn’t get more,” and sparkle giving me a wan smile and saying she was sorry but she was pretty sure I deserved it.

Of course, that outcome was so likely, you would almost think Iris was asking for it…

Cute college girl public spanking antics never grow old:

Whoops, I got so busy wrapping presents for Bethie that I almost forgot to do a Christmas post! Fortunately the image above popped up on Vintage Spank, so I was able to gank it effortlessly (thanks, guys!) and pass it along to you.

It’s been awhile since we’ve seen a good “Beauty’s Punishment”-style tabletop spanking. This one from Girls Boarding School features a well-belted booty on a huge polished wood table top:

There is of course, much belting:

And the usual pained expressions:

Followed at last, of course, by some unauthorized booty-rubbing:

More here.

From my long history of reading spanking blogs, I think the evolution described by Abby from The Little Red Schoolhouse in How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Cane is actually pretty common:

The cane was once my ultimate squick. As a college girl, encountering my first spanking films and stories online, it was “the thing to be avoided.” Most of my time was spent on Laura’s Spanking Corner, and if a story, even my beloved schoolgirl stories by Mary Catherine and Daria Little, started to become a caning scene, it was the back button for me. My terror was not decreased in my search for free videos and encountering snippets of what was then Rigid East. I remember watching in utter horror as Pavel Šťastný caned a Czech girl strapped to her desk. (I just looked this film up on RGE Films and the girl was Drahuše Brdečková in “From the Headmaster’s Study: A Note for Absence.”) The clip was only 30 seconds and it was far too much for me.

I maintained this squirmishness until my mid-twenties, when I met the man who would become my husband. Flirting in the bookstore in which we both worked, our jokes and teasing comments made it more and more obvious that we were of like minds with the exception that, as we are in most things, we were opposite sides of the same coin. We quickly learned that he was a top and I was a bottom. Then came the terrifying news. I was still afraid of the cane. It was his favorite implement.

He called it the whippy stick. I called it the “No, no, no way in hell am I getting beaten with that stick” stick. He took advantage of our place of employment and special ordered me an early favorite of his, a Blue Moon novel by Richard Manton called Fancy Girl. Rife with delicious punishments, it also included the first caning scene I read in its entirety. I’m still not sure which made me so wet upon reading it–the scene itself, or the knowledge that it was something he wanted to do to me.

So it came to be that he caned me two years before he kissed me. We went on the first of our now many implement shopping trips. At Target, we found a perfectly flat-backed square wooden hairbrush, an item that maintains a place near the bed or the schoolbench to this day. At Home Depot, in the outdoor gardening area, we found a bundle of dried bamboo. Red-faced, I was made to carry it to the cash register. No one could have known that the bamboo canes were to be applied to my bottom rather than a gardening purpose, but one look at my face and I’m sure my excited shame showed through.

The events that transpired back at his house are now a blur of exhaltation and agony. I know he cut the bamboo down to cane-lengths, about a yard long each. I remember the swish as he tested them against the air. I believe that he warmed my bottom with hand and brush before the caning, but what I remember clearly, so clearly, is being told to bend down and touch my ankles–a new position for my limited spanking repertoire. I remember trembling.

He told me to count, and I tried. Each stroke brought a pain so quick and sharp, unlike anything I’d ever felt, that with each stroke, I thought that I would die. Three sets of six. I lost count on the way to six at least once. I’m sure I cried, but the only wetness I now remember is the one between my legs, juices webbing across my thighs…

Here’s an excerpt from Alison Tyler’s blog post about why Christmas is such a great time of year for naughtiness:

I think that Christmastime brings out the naughty side of people. There are so many opportunities to be a bit devious. Holiday parties. Open houses. Dressing rooms at the mall. (Oh, wait. Maybe that’s just me.) Places to wear your slightly risqué outfits. Food and liquor to indulge in. Bosses to kiss under mistletoe.

Now, sure, if you’re like me, you indulge all year long. You find yourself at your boyfriend’s ex-wife’s house, with your skirt up and your knickers down. Down? I mean, you know, gone. You grip onto the counter and listen while the two most dominant people you’ve ever met debate how they might best punish you for your cheeky behavior. And whatever they decide, you understand you will have no say in. But that doesn’t really matter, because whatever they decide will turn you on.

There are wooden spoons nearby.

There is a spatula.

You’ve already been thrashed once today. What will befall your poor bottom now?

But if you’re not like me, and you don’t let loose so often, then the holidays are the perfect excuse. To wear stockings with jingle bells sewn in so that your crush can ask you what’s making music, and you can lift your skirt and show off your garters. And your thighs. And your naked, shaved… Excuse me. What was I saying? Oh, yes, the perfect time to nuzzle up to the office Santa and tell him exactly how bad you’ve been—or how bad you’d like to be.

And she’s right, too. Christmas does bring out the naughty side of the most unlikely people. I was checking out my purchase at a candy store in a square and boring mall in one of the squarest states in America, when some coal-shaped lumps of chocolate caught my eye. The square-looking register clerk, who could pass for one of the youngish grandmothers common in these parts, saw me looking at them, and she said with a minor gleam in her eye: “Those are only for bad girls, you know.”

Me: “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll need two.”

The gleam in her eye gets brighter. “She must be really naughty, then!”

Me, trying to sound weary and resigned: “You have no idea.”

She laughed and took my money.

He’s wearing a tuxedo. Doesn’t that make this a formal spanking?

From Chross.

Any job worth doing is worth doing well. In this case, that means “up one side, and down the other”:

From this gallery at Sex and Submission.

Via Bondage Blog, some brutal whip work from a very low species of 1980s porn:

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If you haven’t done your internet Christmas shopping yet, you’ve left it perilously late. Yes, second-day shipping could still rescue you; but you remain at the mercy of the web merchants, who are generally swamped and behind and may not actually ship your presents in a timely fashion.

Would this be a good time for me to recommend (again) that you order kinky toys from The Stockroom? Leaving aside their great selection of kinky toys, they’ve always impressed me with their reliable order fulfillment and lightning-fast shipping. Seriously, on Wednesday the 12th I ordered some items (can’t say what, because Bethie reads this) in the mid-afternoon. Just under four hours later (!), I got a “Your order has shipped” email. And, sure enough, they arrived yesterday morning (that’s about forty hours in transit, via normal shipping, nothing fancy or expedited).

Obviously they don’t guarantee service quite this good. But they have always been fast for me. If you’ve got that sinking “Omigosh, I meant to order something last week!” feeling, The Stockroom might still save you.

What should you order? That’s up to you. But (just to make her worry) here’s a little something I might have ordered for Bethie:

Cat-O-Nine-Tails:

Or, I might not have.

Found this spanking and sailing gem on eBay:

It reads:

The pretty young wife of the banker
Sweetly slept while the yacht lay at anchor,
But she woke in dismay
When she heard the mate say:
“Let’s life up the top sheet and spanker.”

I found this vintage whipping artwork on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons:

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• Pain Toy Whipping
• Daria of Gor
• Captured & Whipped By Pirates

I’ll confess I’d never heard of Rihanna (or spanker Robin Thicke) before I saw this photo. Apparently they are singers in a band called “Umbrella”, currently doing a “Good Girls Gone Bad” tour:

From photospread in GQ.

From the Night And Day column in the Prague Post:

A simple birthday party at Jáma turned ugly … well, not ugly, but — um — let’s just say it took a sophomoric turn when about 12 people formed an impromptu “spanking machine” to punish the 18 year-old guest of honor. If you’re one of those studious science-club types who missed out on this, spanking machines served as a kind of ritual bridge from adolescent outcast to tribal member, a solemn ceremony bonding youth to their social group. Which, of course, is an anthropologic way to explain why a group of pre-teens (or in this case, adults) would wallop the hindquarters of another pre-teen (in this case, teen) on her birthday. Some things make perfect sense on a Friday night in Prague.

Tsk, tsk! Kids these days…

This review of a BBC show profiles Victorian author Elizabeth Gaskell and includes a brief mention of her professional relationship with Charles Dickens:

Her most crucial ally and collaborator was Charles Dickens, who took the fledgling writer under his wing only to exclaim later to a subeditor: “If I were Mr G, oh heaven how I would beat her.”

Here’s a view all spankers will be very familiar with: she’s kneeling on the bed, arms obediently out of the way, face down, ass up, ready for action. And looking back at you with a cheeky smile: “Hey mister, aren’t you supposed to be doing something other than fiddling with your camera?”

Well, I’d say a girl with a smile like that on her face is just a little too comfortable to properly appreciate her spanking. The first thing we’ll do is move this party to the dungeon:

And we can ramp things up from there, Training Of O style!

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• Too Cute To Spank?
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Lovely description of pussy spanking from Black As My Soul:

Because I had always wondered what it would be like, I began to spank her pussy.

Watching her face was priceless. I was absolutely rapt as I watched her expression change again and again.

It was polar. She was angry. It hurt. She loved it. It hurt.

She made really cute irritated noises.

She clearly didn’t want me to do it anymore.

And she really wanted me to keep going.

When she closed her legs tightly, I spread them again. I took special care to hold them open for a few moments before resuming. I didn’t say a word.

Sometimes it looked as though she might come.

Sometimes it looked like she was going to lash out in anger.

And I spanked her pussy more.

I always enjoy the “she asked for it and then tried to talk him out of it” stories:

We were talking about this while snuggled up in bed and I, feeling guilty for being mouthy and rude, suggested that maybe a LITTLE spanking would help me re-focus. At first he said “Maybe later” but then he perked up (not a good sign) and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Come over here. I’m going to give you an over-the-knee spanking.”

I hesitated. He seemed awfully keen.

“Maybe now’s not a good time. Maybe in the morning would be better?”

“NOW. Get over here. Don’t make me wait.”

So I crawled trepidatiously over to him and laid across his knees, with my toes resting on the floor and my face and arms on the bed.

SMACK!

I squealed. Usually Richard warms up my ass by some gentle spanking before he hits harder. This was really hard, right off the bat.

SMACK!

I squealed again. This one was even harder. Then he started raining down swats on my poor little ass.

I managed to gasp “This isn’t a LITTLE spanking.”

And he replied “No, it’s a punishment spanking. You have been too mouthy lately and I don’t want it to happen anymore. Maybe this will help you remember.”

Every.single.smack. hurt like the dickens. It was not stingy or thuddy, it was just plain hurty. After a while I started crying. I’ve never cried when Richard spanked me, because he’s never spanked me hard like this. Part of me was hoping that my crying would make him want to be gentler.

Doh. When will I “get it” about sadists? He didn’t slow down, he didn’t spank me softer. I suddenly noticed that his cock against my belly had become very hard. He stopped about a minute after I began crying and pulled me up and gave me a big hug and wiped my tears. But before my crying had slowed to sniffling and hiccups he pushed me down onto my back.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

I moaned out a “please” or “no” or something, but he just kneed my legs apart and shoved into me. I was shocked by how wet I was. My ass was still hot and sore, but that just made the contrast of the sweet, wet fucking even better.

From 24.7.

Found via Chross’s Guide:

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