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Now, this is how you do a proper flogging!

Picture credit: Fucked And Bound.

I’m a guy, right? We’re not famous for picking up on subtlety.

Fortunately, Bethie knows when to abandon subtlety. It’s possible I was spending too much time last week logged into my favorite MMORPG and not enough time whacking her butt. Possible, but not certain; not, at least, until I noticed her spending several hours carefully marking and measuring and tappity-tap-tap hammering metal upholstery studs into one side of her favorite large wooden paddle:

The result is both lovely and effective. But, if that’s not a cry for some spanking attention, I dunno what would do the trick. I think I might have gotten the spankings caught up, though, because now she runs (around in a little circle before coming right back, the way she always runs) whenever I pick that thing up, and I’m back to having to tell her twice to bend over.

Her side of the story is slightly different… but only slightly.

I’ve had people telling me I should be watching the TV show “Weeds”, but nobody warned me that there was going to be a spanking scene. Apparently the Nancy character (played by Mary-Louise Parker) has annoyed “her Mexican drug kingpin” beyond his breaking point:

Fortunately, Fleshbot has all the details and the pertinent video clip.

This slave auction / whipping scene is a detail from the cover of an old British pulp novel called “Sold For Pleasure” by Jim Kent:

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Kaya at Under His Hand got a pussy spanking with a riding crop the other day (there are pictures). Her reaction made me smile, as it perfectly embodies some of the contradictory feelings about pain the you encounter in the kinky world:

I loathe pussy pain. I hate it. I hate it so much I crave it because that’s what dumbass masochists DO. So He laid me down, spread my legs and … made it hurt.

And I love/hated it. More love than hate considering that I’ve masturbated to the memory a billion times. Next time, I hope He’s even meaner.

…

I tried to get away but He had me locked in thumb cuffs. Who knew you could be so trapped by just your thumbs!

When Master Steve Holmes stops in to check on his farm slave, he discovers she’s not been laboring hard enough in the fields. Of course, that means it’s time for the switch and some sexual punishment!

From this shoot at Sex And Submission.

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A riding crop for master? Good doggy!

The good doggy is Mimi, found here.

This rich image of a many-tailed flogger curling into all pertinent nooks and crannies is from Hustler’s Taboo magazine, many complete issues of which are available online in Digital Access when you join the Hustler Network.

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I like to tease Bethie about the little accidents she has when we are playing that happen because she’s struggling. She’s been known, for example, to catch a leather strap across her knuckles when she puts her hands back at lightning speed at just the wrong moment, and I like to remind her that “It’s the struggling, dear, that always gets you in more trouble.” Usually followed by “Do I need to tie you up for your own safety?”

Relatedly, I’ve been in a Jimmy Buffet frame of mind lately, because we accidentally came into possession of most of a bottle of really expensive tequila last week. We’re not real into tequila, so I’ve been making real strong, real simple old-fashioned margaritas — just shaking together some ice, some tequila, some lime juice, and some triple sec. Very smooth and tasty.

All of which is to explain why the line “blew out my flip-flops” was on my mind when Bethie posted this story of how she blew out her slippers while getting paddled the other day:

I remember shoving my face down into the sofa cushions and kicking my feet wildly as the spanking really got going. I managed to kick off both house shoes but I had no idea as my bottom was my only concern. My poor, burning bottom!

Once Dan let me up, I reached back and grabbed my butt with both hands and began hopping around the living room. That’s all I could do, hold my hot bottom and hop up and down. Dan enjoyed the show anyway!

After I stopped hopping, I noticed my shoes and went to pick them up. That’s when I noticed something was wrong with one of them. It was completely blown out. The sole had ripped and the insides had come out. I

It really was most excellent hopping. But you should have seen her outrage when she discovered what she’d done to her favorite house slippers. All my fault, of course.

Mind you, Bethie is the Emelda Marcos of house slippers — I don’t know how many pairs she has, but all the ones with animal faces are lined up under the edge of our bed. When it’s half dark in there, it looks like something out of a bad Disney movie — a whole row of furtive beady plastic eyes watching from the safety of the dark niche under the bed, moose and ducks and rabbits and penguins and I dunno what-all. So the loss of the bunny slippers is … sustainable.

This drawing is sort of an omnibus of fetishes: you’ve got your two girls tied together, you’ve got your angry naked man tied nearby and forced to watch, you’ve got a man someone with a switch, and here comes another one with an enema syringe. Only this this picture is missing is a donkey and a banana!

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Caption contest, anyone?

If you like playing in the mud and making mud pies, you might enjoy this muddy caning:

From this shoot at Wired Pussy.

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Another fun story from Informed Consent:

I am getting whipped with Sir’s new bullwhips, while tied to a tree on his estate in Hungary. I suddenly realise that the thing I thought was a dirt track behind the orchard is a road all the local villagers drive/cycle down to get into Szeged, the closest city.

He proceeded to whip me as more and more people and cars went past and I got more and more whiny … untile he informed me that as I was tied to a very hefty tree facing the road and there was a dense orchard in the way, they could not see my nudity, and even if they could, it was his land and he could therefore do whatever he wanted on it.

And could I kindly shut up, as he wanted to focus on his technique.

And thus he proceeded, and then fucked me silly. I am convinced that even if they didn’t see me they must have heard me.

I’m not sure what generic discussion of male sexual frustration in marriage this cartoon originally illustrated, but I thought readers of this spanking blog might be likely to have a very different reaction to the “on strike” panties than the cartoonist intended:

At my house, panties like this would go over something like this: “Hey, nifty panties. They say right on them where to strike!” {Smack!}

And no, I have no idea why Bethie never wears the panties with the canes printed right on them.

The ignominious nature of this naked caning position only reinforces its efficiency:

Picture credit: Girls Boarding School.

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The bondage looks pretty token, but I like the hand-made looking whip, constructed (it looks to me) from straps of patent leather stapled to a stick:

From Usenet.

From Informed Consent, a summer’s day dalliance:

I was with my girlfriend on her roof top, high above Edinburgh enjoying the sunshine some cold beer and a spliff. We could hear the sound of leather on willow and the applause from the assembled spectators drifting up from Inverleith cricket ground.

One thing led to another as it does, and jeans came off bras were unfastened and knickers came down, yes things were getting hot, I gave her arse a bit of a slapping for good measure, then got down to some serious tongue work. X girl was by this time giving it large with the vocal stuff, making it quite clear what she wanted more of.

Our senses seemed to become heightened, the sounds became loude,r orgasm girl said “what’s that cheering?” “The cricket ground”, I replied. We sat up and looked around, on the roof of the building opposite (which had hitherto been empty) sat a row of guys in deck chairs applauding and cheering wildly, some waving cans of beer. We replaced clothes with as much dignity as we had left (not a lot) and made our way to the stairs trying hard to look like we didn’t care…

I always knew there was something kinky about cricketers:

From nataliedee.com.

I like these two shots from the slave training of Maya Matthews at The Training of O. First she gets carried away:

And then, although we do not see the actual spanking in this picture, it’s clear that her bottom is being handled in a most proprietary fashion:

From the Spanking Delights blog, Jake decides it’s time to try out his new canes:

Once I had Nomi face down over the bed, I slapped her with right hand, and built up a nice rhythm and the colouring came up quickly.

…

The warmth in her bottom was transferring to my hand and so I decided to use our lovely yellow rubber spoon. It makes the most delightful clapping sound. I beat that bottom making the force of the slap harder and harder and I started to talk about the fact that she had been pushing the time that she was going to bed to being later and later. In a very girly voice, she apologised and I took that as a sign that she needed to be beaten harder and the colouring was so vivid on her buttocks. This continued for a while and then the went back to using my hand. I was impressed that my hand was causing her such discomfort. It was a pleasure to watch.

Then it was time for the new canes and I started off with the short straight cane with the comfortable rubber grip. It is so easy to use and it is so easy to strike the buttocks with, for a new flicks of the wrist I was able to cause the easiest of pain. Nomi cried out and I told her that it was good to hear her in agony.

After twelve strokes, I changed to the thinner of the three canes. It was so nice and made a lovely sound as it cut through the air. It makes a thinner line on the bottom and as I flick my wrist a tad more, it easily causes more discomfort as was event by the squeals that were escaping from Nomi. I increased the pressure and the cane did a perfect job of striking her bottom.

Mr. Whippy came into play and I was going to make sure that Nomi felt the last 24 strokes. I was careful to in force the message about keeping us up late and the sleep nearly all day. The cane bit into the flesh and Nomi was controlling her breathing and her low moans were telling me that this was more than a punishment. It was turning Nomi on, it was easy to tell.

Here’s a bit of fantasy art (perhaps a watercolor on a vintage document?) of how a vintage Italian report card should have been designed:

Click the image to see the full size version.

The artist is Titti Garelli, and there are more of these here.

We’ve seen this notorious Lupus Films caning block before — here, here, and here — but never such a vivid facial reaction to its dubious charms:

(Fans of such details will note the discretely placed chamber pot behind the screen to her rear.)

Now let’s zoom in on that anguished face, shall we?

The wages of sin, she finds expensive, today.

More here.

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Two women, one belt:

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This spanking cartoon is from the August 1959 issue of Gaze magazine:

Bethie does not really approve of this sort of thing, but I’ve always considered the tender “inner thigh” strike zone of the cane in this picture to be a perfectly acceptable target for light canes, riding crops, or similar sting implements of all sorts:

It’s especially fun if you appreciate good yelping.

From this shoot at Sex and Submission.