Spanking The Tattooed Lady
Here’s a man in a scary mask giving a spanking to Device Bondage model Sarah Jane Ceylon:
Nice tattoos.
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Spanking Blog Archive for March, 2008
Susan Gets Her Bottom Strapped
More punishment for a “schoolgirl” who is old enough to know better, but doesn’t act like it:
Mrs Carter opened a drawer and took out a thick leather strap. She unwound it slowly and placed it on her desk. Susan stared at it, petrified. It was dark brown, almost black, in colour, and was about two feet long and two inches broad. Despite its thickness — it was about a half an inch thick — it slithered across the desk like a snake. Its business end was split into two tails about 9″ or 10″ long. Susan shivered as she looked at it. She felt her regulation navy blue panties sticking to her bottom.
“Move that stool into the middle of the room,” Mrs Carter ordered the trembling girl. Susan obeyed, wondering as she did so how many other girls had bent over that stool through the years.
“Now remove your blazer and skirt, and bend over the stool!”
Susan turned one last pleading look to the headmistress and then took off her blazer and placed it on the desk. She slipped off her shoes before removing her skirt and stood still for a few seconds before stooping over the stool. It was so deeply humiliating to have to bend over in her navy blue school panties and white knee-length socks.
“Twelve strokes, girl!” said Mrs Carter grimly.
Susan gulped. She hadn’t expected anything like so many. Gail had only got six strokes and anything more than eight was quite rare. But Mrs Carter intended to make an example of her. Susan wanted to protest but she felt that if she opened her mouth she would be sick.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mrs Carter raise the strap. She screwed her eyes closed and gripped the crossbar of the stool tightly. The strap slashed down, its two tails separating as it fell, to cover nearly the whole of Susan’s blue-pantied bottom.
CRACK!!
The force of the blow almost unbalanced Susan. Then the pain hit her. It hurt horribly. Gail had been right. That one stroke hurt as much as her entire slippering of the day before. And she still had eleven to come! She would never be able to take it. She felt tears come to her eyes.
As she raised the strap again Mrs Carter noted that areas of the girl’s bottom-flesh unprotected by her school panties were already beginning to redden.
CRACK!!
This time Susan let her feelings go and squealed loudly with pain. Her legs kicked out and she desperately tried to think of anything other than the unbelievable pain in her nether regions. Mrs Carter smiled faintly and raised the strap.
CRACK!!
The strap splatted across Susan’s blue panties, denting them deeply into her tender flesh. Again Susan yelled. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the bar even tighter in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
CRACK!!
The fourth stroke seemed to hurt even more than the first three. Pain surged through her body. She no longer felt sick; the pain was beyond that. Now it didn’t die down at all after each stroke but continued to burn and pulsate through her. She cried out in deep, panting breaths.
CRACK!!
“N-n-n-n-nooooooo!” hissed Susan, shaking her head wildly.
“Stay still, girl!” warned Mrs Carter. Susan’s legs were now moving constantly.
CRACK!!!
It was too much. Susan howled in pain and lost her grip on the bar. Her hands went to her outraged bottom and she half straightened. She could feel wide swelling weals through the thin cotton of her panties. Mrs Carter waited patiently, flicking the strap against her own legs. When the sobbing girl made no effort to resume her position, Mrs Carter addressed her.
“Come on Susan. Back over the stool. If I have to call Miss Atkinson in to hold you it will mean extra strokes.”
“No! Please!”
“Bend over!” the headmistress ordered inexorably.
From Susan’s Strapping, author unknown.
Punished In Plaid Skirts
They’ve got a whole schoolroom set up for naughty “girls” at Bi-Spanking, complete with cute little desks and plenty of plaid schoolgirl skirts to go around:
From this gallery.
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Colin Spanks Wendy
Chross found a nice wedding spanking photo on Flikr. You’ll have to view it there (or in the Internet Archive once Flikr dies) out of respect for the photographer’s wishes, but I love the presentation, which goes something like this:
Colin And Wendy
{photo of groom spanking unconcerned bride, she has drink in her hand}
Caption: My brother and his new bride getting their marriage off to a punitive start
First comment on photo: Grandma BJ says: “Best wishes to the newlyweds.”
Thank you Grandma BJ!
Spanked At the Philadelphia Museum Of Art
It sounds like Sar, aka “The Imp”, narrator and bratty heroine of the Pieces blog, has had a long and hard winter with altogether too much time spent in the hospital. But she’s getting up to her old tricks again, or at least up to reminiscing about them:
Museums all over the world are featuring new exhibits and I want to see them all. An exhibit of Frida Kahlo – artist, icon, rebel – is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I could run up those stairs like Rocky did to see her work.
I tried that a time or two. The first time I did that, I was really out of breath and Cowboy yelled at me for running. It was winter time and I warmed up fast – in more ways than one.
The second time I ran up all those stairs, the Neanderthal chased me! And behind one of those fat columns near the entrance, he gave me a swat! In public! Needless to say I didn’t share my snacks with him. Tsk.
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Cropped Breasts
A nice handful of boobage in one hand, a riding crop in the other — looks like a fun evening!
From the April 2004 issue of Taboo Magazine.
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Spanked On Spring Break
Kids these days. Their spring break merriments are legendary. But public spanking? Who knew?
Harvested for your enjoyment from Usenet.
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More Angry Admiral
Remember the Angry Admiral With A Paddle post? Also known as Tips For Young Ladies?
Well, now I’ve found the source movie with more of your angry admiral to enjoy:
The movie is called “The Girlfriends” and it’s available online from Lupus Spanking.
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Bet On The Panties, Beat On The Bottoms
This is an excerpt from a brutal-but-bizarre third-world prison fantasy, in which the pretty female political prisoners are stripped to their panties and forced to run a prison-yard gauntlet of cane-wielding guards with panties fetishes:
“Here comes the next prisoner,” Laski growled, nudging the captain’s arm.
The three soldiers stepped away from the high wall of the jail yard, turning to gaze at the dark open doorway at one end. They were big, clumsy men with paunchy stomachs and ugly faces. All three were swarthy and unshaven. Their khaki uniforms were dusty and stained. Each of the trio wore the peaked cap of the republican militia. In his right hand each man clutched a thin bamboo cane, no less than a meter in length.
A woman suddenly appeared in the open doorway. She was around twenty-five years old and very slim. Her hair was a rich mane of blonde curls that tumbled around her bare shoulders. She was quite attractive, though her pretty features were creased in a mask of terror. Her slender arms were tightly crossed over her chest to hide her naked bosom, for she wore nothing except a pair of bikini-style panties in black cotton.
“I win the bet!” Garth yelled triumphantly. “Black underwear. You owe me five dollars, Captain!”
Muller grumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. He flicked his cane against the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.
“A lucky guess, Corporal!” he snarled.
“Get ready, guys,” said Sergeant Laski, pointing towards the doorway.
At that moment, the woman was pushed out into the prison yard by an unseen hand. Behind her a harsh female voice shouted: “Run, you stupid bitch! Run to the door on the far side! See if you can get there without getting whacked on your sexy little ass!”
With a squeal of terror, the young blonde scurried off, running nervously across the yard. Her destination was an open doorway in the further wall, barely fifty yards away. She covered half the distance when she found the route blocked by the three cane-wielding militiamen. Slowing her pace, she glanced uncertainly at their faces. To her horror she saw a glint of sadistic glee in their dark cruel eyes, and her knees turned to jelly. She kept her arms tightly crossed on her chest the whole time, but she felt the men’s hot leering gaze crawling over her skin as they tried to catch a peek of her breasts.
Giving another squeal, she darted towards a gap between two of the men, keeping her eyes fixed on the door at the far end of the yard. Her cheeks were bright pink, blushing with embarrassment, as she scuttled through the gap. Being forced to run across a prison yard, wearing nothing but her panties, would have been embarrassing by itself, without the added humiliation of being observed by three men. Never before had she endured such a degrading ordeal. But there was worse to follow.
As she ran through the gap, one of the men swung his cane in a whistling arc. It struck the woman’s bottom with a loud smack! which brought a terrified scream from her throat. A line of pain seared across her buttocks, beneath the thin black fabric of her panties, and she almost tumbled to the ground. Weeping and sobbing, she recovered her pace and ran on, but the men came after her. Another cane whistled through the air, and a second stroke smacked across her backside. The tight stretchy material of her underwear gave little protection from the vicious blow, and she knew her ass-cheeks were now marked by two broad pink welts.
Her bottom felt so sore that she could barely keep running. Even as she neared the doorway, a third stroke hissed behind her. Struggling bravely against the pain in her backside, she managed to dodge the deadly cane. A man’s voice cursed loudly, calling her a sly little bitch, but she ignored the insult and reached her destination at last. Gasping and whimpering, she staggered through the dark doorway, where strong unseen arms grabbed her by the hair before hauling her along a corridor.
Outside, in the yard, the three militiamen chuckled merrily as they walked back to their starting-point.
“Sexy blonde slut!” said Sergeant Laski. “I laid a good hefty stroke across her ass. Her buttocks were so firm, they almost broke my cane.”
“Nice black panties,” Corporal Garth added. “Very tight, and quite skimpy. The outline of her cunt-lips was clearly visible. But it’s a pity we didn’t trip her, to bring her down. It would have been great to see her tits.”
From Betting Games by Ricky Slovak.
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Lippy Student Tied To Her School Desk
When you’re a busty lesbian “schoolteacher” like Daphne Rosen, you can’t afford to brook any ‘tude or disobedience or from your “students”. Which is how pretty-but-badly-behaved Madison Young found herself tied very thoroughly to a school desk:
Of course, her sweet ass reddens quickly:
From Whipped Ass.
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Beer Label By Paula
Apparently there’s a new brew available (in England, natch) called Hickory Switch Porter, from Fallen Angel Brewery. You’ll recognize at once that the artwork for the label is by everybody’s favorite spanking artist, Lynn Paula Russel, aka Paula Meadows:
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“Come Here, Girl.”
This is kind of fun:
Bride And Bullwhip
These are not the marriage customs I am used to, but one can see the advantages. Does bullwhipping the bride on her wedding day tend to reinforce her promise to love, honor, and especially, obey?
Perhaps we ought rightly to be skeptical, but it surely seems worth a try, no?
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Kneeling Nude, Whipped
Spanked On The Bed
Sometimes the simple things are best. Just a girl, some rope, and a bed. The spanking is just the warm-up greeting:
From Sex and Submission.
Sorority Hell Night
It’s hell night at Delta Gamma Kappa:
I’m not sure, but I think this may be from the cover of an old Nu-West publication.
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Talking To Mom About BDSM?
This ErosBlog post has had me thinking about “the rules” for talking to people about sex and kinkiness. The post linked there (by Greta Christina) talks about how people don’t talk about sex in any detail. While that may be true in the aggregate, it’s been surprising to me just how open many people are about sex and kink, and how many details they do share, especially with trusted friends and select family members.
Which doesn’t mean it isn’t both awkward and funny, sometimes, as Natty describes:
In the last two days I have twice found myself in the position of tutoring someone on the topic of S/M and spanking.
The first tutorial was brief and, er…uncomfortable as my tutee was my mother. See I’ve strongly suspected that part of the reason her current (fourth) marriage is not working out is that her husband may actually be submissively oriented, as is she.
…
So yesterday as she was driving me to Trader Joe’s and talking about her husband, I finally just blurted out, “why doesn’t he just go to a dominatrix already!”
“What’s a dominatrix?”
Was she serious?
“You know, a woman a guy pays to have order him around and often, you know, whip him and what not…you know, S/M and what not,” I tried to explain.
“What’s S/M?”
My jaw dropped. For a woman who has always seemed to be this fount of sexual information, I was shocked.
“You know dominance and submission. Where one person’s sorta in charge in the bedroom…In fact, I’ve often thought that you, with your obsession about having a husband who is the head of the household and takes care of you, would totally be into domestic discipline…”
“What’s that?”
I took a deep breath. Then shook my head.
“I should probably talk about this later and do my shopping,” I said grabbing the car door handle. “You can look it up on the Internet.”
“Good idea.”
The Loving Domestic Discipline page probably had a few hits from Clackamas, Oregon last night.
I’ve actually been toying with talking to my mom about the whole DD thing for awhile. Yet aside from the ick factor, there’s also the concern that if she did totally get into the whole thing, I’d never be able to go to a spanking event in Portland again without my mom being there (yes, she’s little Miss Outgoing).
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Spanking The Shoe Polish Girl
She ought to get an “A” for effort, but cute as this particular effort is, it’s not gonna get his shoes polished as well as some polish and a rag would:
So what she gets is a spanking, instead.
I’m sure he later gave her plenty of chances to lick something else….
From Fucked and Bound.
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Self-Flagellating Nun
There’s apparently quite a history of self-flagellation in the church. The scourging of Jesus set the holy example, and there was seen to be a vital need to punish the sinful flesh and discipline the wayward mind, to suppress lustful and otherwise sinful thoughts. Presumably it indeed had an aversive power, like the folks who have learned to stop smoking by snapping a rubber band on their wrist every time they think of having a cigarette.
That said, somehow I doubt that self-flagellation in the church was often this pretty to watch:
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Laural And Hardy Give A Spanking
Or rather, one of them gives a spanking while the other makes (presumably comic) remarks:
This comes from my thick backlog of spanking images to blog, and sadly, I don’t have time this morning to try and google up some provenance. If anybody knows the movie, the actress, et cetera, I’m sure there will be readers who will be happy to see that information in the comments.
Which is a polite way of saying “Dance, minions, dance!” {grin}
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The Cane And Her Breasts
You’ve got to like any porn shoot that starts out with an image of generous breasts in bondage peril. Promising, no?
But, will there be any real caning?
Trust, and fear not:
And that’s not the best of it. It’s nonstop rough rope, red caning welts, and (dare I say it? The female hands lubed to the wrist say that I may) rampant lesbianism. From Wired Pussy.
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Neprakta Forest Spanking
Remember the Czech illustrator Neprakta? Spank Slaves: The Blog has a great forest spanking illustration by him:
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Spanking A Defiant Girl
It’s always fun when they are defiant:
Chris seemed to have decided that it was a good idea to accuse both Mike and I of being as she said “Man-Sluts.” All that got from me was a sarcastic “Careful, keep talking to me like that and I’ll just have to put you right over my knee.” Well I’ll be damned if I didn’t see a bit of a wink as she said “Bring it on, I don’t think you really have the guts.”
What’s that you say? A challenge? Well, too late to back down now! Before Chris knew it I had wrestled her out of her chair and right over my lap, and she could do nothing but squirm as I held her down and delivered at least 14 decently hard swats over her tight jeans.
She has a decent sized ass, well proportioned rather than just big, and perfect for a good spanking. Pretty sensitive too, judging by the yelps I got toward the last few smacks. I half expected her to get up and slap me after that, but she just laid there over my lap, and soon turned her head toward me with a bit of a smirk on her face. Then a sly “Is that the best you can do?” came out of her lips. I looked over at Mike, and he just nodded. Another challenge? Time to raise the stakes.
I just looked at her with that devious look in my eyes, getting an equally curious look back. I slowly slid my hands up her sides, and before she could react, grabbed her nipples and pinched them. Hard.
She yelped, and tried to move, but by that time Mike had already moved around and placed a restraining hand on her back. I could see a couple tears start to form in her eyes, so I let go and brought my arms around her back to hold her down over my lap. By this time I had made enough distraction that she didn’t notice Mike remove his belt, nor me take the handy handcuffs from my backpack (what can I say, those things are handy, never know when you might need them.) Mike quickly lashed down right across her sexy ass with his belt, getting a scream out of her and causing her hands to fly to her backside, at which point I simply handcuffed her.
Before she knew it I had her around the waist, and Mike took her legs, and we bent her far over the arm of her couch. I held her tight there, leaned down, and whispered “You still think we don’t have the guts?” I was quite intrigued when she whispered a slightly sobbed “Prove it” right back to me. I turned to Mike and simply nodded.
*CRACK*
Mike’s belt lashed across the middle of her jeans-clad ass, getting a quickly stifled yelp out of her pretty lips.
*CRACK*
Mike went for the middle of her thighs this time, causing her to kick her legs slightly, and she once again stifled a yelp.
*CRACK*
Mike hit right in the middle between her ass and thighs, forcing a short scream out of her lips and making her try to double over even more, except there was a couch arm in her way.
*CRACK*
Just above the middle of her ass. I could see her eyes getting slightly redder.
*CRACK*
Just below the middle of her ass. I could see a couple tears start to form, and a good yelp came out. She was having trouble holding it back now.
*CRACK*
Tops of her thighs. Another good yelp, and her eyes were getting rather watery now.
*CRACK*
Bottoms of her thighs, just above the backs of her knees. This one got a good scream, and the tears weren’t getting held back anymore. Mike wound up and got ready for a power hit. This one was going to be good.
*CRAAACK!!!*
Oh yeah, that was a good one. one of his hardest, right in the fleshiest parts of her ass. She screamed pretty loud that time, and just kept right on sobbing. The tears were flowing good now, and had she not been cuffed and held down she’d be rubbing her ass very well. I leaned over her, whispering in her ear in my powerful voice “So, are you sorry now for trying to call us gutless man-sluts?”
Well, damned if that stubborn girl didn’t give me a totally defiant look and say to me between sobs “It’s going to take way more than that to get an apology out of me, man-slut.”
From Chris and the Rec Room by Kryptik Kruiser.
The Caning Of O
A truly excellent photograph of a truly excellent bondage caning session, from The Training Of O.
Nun Spanking Girls, Oil On Copper
In a comment, Arkady linked to the following oil painting from a French-language auction catalog. Since it wasn’t on topic for the comment, but it is a most excellent bit of nun spanking art, I decided to pull it up into a post of its own.
Here’s the art in frame:
And here’s a crop of the good part:
The catalog description reads:
Adam Johan Braun (1748-1827), Le doux châtiment
Huile sur cuivre signée, 41×54 cm
Google Translate renders that as:
Johan Adam Braun (1748-1827), the mild punishment
Oil on copper signed 41×54 cm
Hey, it’s proof at least that the meme of the vicious nun “mildly” thrashing the hell out of cute female bottoms is not a modern invention!
Thanks ever so much to Arkady for sharing this.
Later image update:
See also: Wikimedia Commons entry
Caning The Princess
Screen captures and stills from this Lupus costume drama featuring pretty court clothing and some serious royal canings have been floating around the web forever — I think this one may actually date back to the Rigid-East days. What’s new is that Lupus Spanking has released a teaser gallery for their site that includes some nice clear (and free!) short movie clips:
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Whipping A Christian Woman
I’m not sure if the whipped woman here is supposed to be a nun — there’s not enough of her clothing visible for me to know — but from the crucifix and the icon, she’s obviously a good Christian woman at least:
Soon to be a sore one, too.
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A Spanking For The Party Girl
This spanking is an excerpt — and by no means the best part! — from This Is Not A Story About Andrew, by Vinnie Tesla. A girl comes to Vinnie’s party and proves to be unexpectedly friendly. One thing leads to another, which eventually leads to this:
“Mmmm, that was nice,” she said, and flicked her tongue across my
nipple, “What’s next?”“For the moment, you do more of *that,*” I insisted, and pressed her
head to my chest. She licked away eagerly at my nipple, while
continuing to masturbate me.“Oh, yeah…And then,” I said, running a hand down to her ass, “I
give you that spanking you asked for.”I took her head in my hands and kissed her, running my hands over her
jawline and temples. Then I sat up, and roughly pulled her over my
lap. She looked over her shoulder at me, as I stroked the bewitching
curves of her posterior and firm, tapered thighs. “Do I get to play
with my pussy while you’re spanking me?” she asked ingenuously.“Eventually,” I answered. “I want to do it at first though.”
“That’s even better!” she said, and spread her legs a little. I ran my
hand down between her thighs, and cupped the furry heat of her
center. I gently squeezed the outer lips around her clitoral hood
until she was rocking against my hand, her hips elevated, her face
pressed against the comforter.My first spank made her jump, and left a faint pink mark. I spanked
her steadily for a minute or so, roughly in rhythm with my other
hand. Her fists clenched by her head, and she interspersed short
grunts with her higher-pitched moans.I paused in my spanks, but not in my rubbing, and stroked and kissed
the heated rosy flesh, as her rocking subsided and then intensified
again. I found the slippery opening of her cunt, and slid my thumb in
to the heat inside, eliciting a groan of “Yeah!” and followed with a
flurry of hard spanks that had her starting to struggle. I rubbed her
clit with my forefingers while working my thumb inside her cunt, and
settled my spanking back into a steady rhythm.As I continued with my hand at her cunt, I brought the spanking hand
around to her face, where I slid my index and middle fingers into her
mouth. She sucked eagerly at them, cradling my hand in hers, mumbling
something with her mouth full.“What?” I asked, withdrawing my fingers.
“Fuck me.” she repeated, “Fuck me now, Vincent.” Her hips were
slamming against my hand now, as I served as more dildo than
vibrator. Reluctantly, I withdrew my hand, eliciting a frustrated
groan, and slid out from under my willing victim. She started to turn
over, and I gave her a sharp bite on her reddened ass. “You stay right
there,” I demanded.
News Or Porn?
Take one pretty girl — in this case, Ruby Knox:
Add an unfinished concrete wall, some plastic cable ties, and a black bag over the head:
Uh-oh… Is this porn? Because it’s starting to look uncomfortably like something “ripped from the headlines”, as they say on Law and Order.
Maybe the next picture will rescue us from this modern cognitive dissonance:
Ahh, that’s MUCH better. It’s porn. Definitely porn. From Sex And Submission, even.
Whipping Up Some Sexual Heat
Only a fool relies too heavily on wisdom from the fantasy world of John Norman’s Gor, but some little tidbits match my experience. Such as these two:
“A Gorean saying has it, that a lashed slave is a hot slave.” — from Fighting Slave of Gor
“She who writhes best under the lash, so say the Goreans, writhes best in the furs.” — from Savages of Gor
Butt Plugs And Spanking
If you enjoy the idea of spanking someone while they have a butt plug inserted, you’ll like these two galleries from Bi-Spanking:
Butt Plug, Cropped Pussy, Paddled Ass
Two Girls, Two Anal Plugs, One Heavy Oak Paddle
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