Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Did you ever see a girl who looked more pleased with the effect of her bikini purchase? You have to wonder how much time and energy and careful scheming she put into maneuvering and tempting this fellow into winding up his spanking hand:

From Dante’s Paradiso; larger version here.

This is a parody of Lewis Carroll’s poem You Are Old, Father William, written by English spanking author Philip Kemp and found here on Devlin O’Neill’s blog:

“You’re so lovely, my darling,” the young man said,
“And your bottom is rounded and white,
Yet I think it would look even prettier red,
So you’re getting a spanking tonight.”

“There’s no cause for a spanking,” his girlfriend replied,
“My behaviour has been very good,
I haven’t been bratty, or naughty, or lied;
So I really can’t see why you should.”

“That’s quite true, my sweetheart,” her boyfriend agreed,
“Your behaviour’s been utter perfection,
So it isn’t a punishment, dear, that you need
But a loving erotic correction.”

“That’s really not fair,” the sweet maiden demurred,
“For there’s nothing you need to correct.
Oh no, don’t shake your head! My defence should be heard,
That’s the least I’ve the right to expect.”

“Oh, I’ll hear you, my angel,” he answered with glee,
“I’ll attend to each word with great care.
But I listen much better when you’re ‘cross my knee
With your bottom upended and bare.”

“Oh please!” she protested, “No, don’t! Let me go!
I’ll be good! Oww, that hurts! Oh you swine!
Oww! Oh no, not the hairbrush – it’s stinging me so!
Please, your hand does the business just fine!”

“Your bottom is blushing as sweetly, my dear,”
Said he, “as a rose, I assure you.
And the hot loving spanks I’ve bestowed on your rear
Are proof of how much I adore you.”

“I love you, you beast,” she exclaimed with a pout,
“Though you cause my poor bottom such pain.
Come on, let’s to bed; after which, I’ve no doubt,
I shall want you to spank me again!”

I quite like the poem, enough so to tempt me in regards to Kemp’s recent book, Blushing at Both Ends.

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This might not be the most efficient spanking position, but you know there’s a great view from that angle:

A note about attributions and watermarks: This picture comes from another spanking blog, and thus I’d normally provide a link credit. Unfortunately, the owner of that blog has undertaken what I can only view as a selfish uglification program; he’s made it his practice to put a watermark or monogram on “his” images, which I find rather offensive given that these are not pictures to which he has any legitimate claim.

When it comes to vintage porn, all we bloggers are in the same boat; we don’t usually have any specific permission to publish these images and we don’t have any way to get permission from, or even to properly credit, the original photographers and publishers. So, all we can do is provide links by way of credit and thanks to whomever it was made the images available to us. Legalities aside, that’s just good karma.

But branding these images with our own URLS or logos or initials? That’s making an unwarranted and unjustifiable claim to the pictures. Worse yet, it’s a form of damage to the artistic heritage of our little kinky community. By the time I’m done using Photoshop to clean up the mess, any sense of karmic obligation I might feel to provide link credit to the perpetrator tends to have evaporated.

In my years of spanking blogging, I’ve put a ton of images on the web for the first time, and seen them spread (uncredited) all over the internet. Do I like that feeling? No; I’d sure appreciate the acknowledging gesture of a link credit. But they’re not “my” images, which is why you don’t see me slathering a spanking blog URL all over them.

The girl-on-girl theme at Whipped Ass has always struck me as a retro throwback to the 1990s, when pornographers were still a little worried about showing explicit M/f BDSM; but at its best, Whipped Ass delivers some fine spankings nonetheless. These clips are what I’m talking about:

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We are indebted to The Spank Statement for three new-to-the-web cast photos from three different Swedish productions of Kiss Me Kate. Here’s my favorite:

Of it, Valdor writes:

The next one comes from the start of the same decade, 1961. It’s also from a Stockholm production and shows a handsome and devilish looking Petruchio played by Sture Lagerwall spanking Maj-Britt Nilson. It’s the intimate eye contact between spanker and spankee that makes this one special.

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I don’t know my superheroes as well as I ought, but this looks like a painful spanking all the same:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons.

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Set in the bathroom of what appears to be some sort of vicious East European girl’s school, these pictures from Lupus feature some brutal whipping and sorely bruised bottoms. Here we see the punishment setup, complete with helpless humiliation-bondage:

The rest is here.

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I missed this when it went by on Bondage Blog a little while ago:

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Don’t you just love that look of astonishment when the paddle lands squarely for the first time?

More here — thanks to Girls Boarding School.

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From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

You’ve heard one of those songs for kids, that has a circular structure so there’s never an end to it? For a moment, reading this, I thought that was the sort of spanking Haron had schemed up for herself:

Suddenly, a song came on air that I really didn’t approve of. Frustrated, I exclaimed:

“I really hate this fucking song!”

“You hate this what?” Abel called back from halfway in a cupboard. “What sort of language is that in the hearing of our neighbours?” He reversed out of the cupboard and said: “Get upstairs.”

Oooh, I thought. What fun.

“So sorry, sir,” I said, giggling.

We walked into the bedroom together, when Abel said: “All the bloody implements are packed!”

I thought: no shit, sir. But didn’t say it.

“This will do,” he announced, snatching up my hairbrush and plopping himself on the bed.

Over his knee I went.

The fact that this was all quite funny didn’t diminish the attrocious sting of the brush one bit. I yelped and wriggled a lot, but thankfully, it was over soon. He let me up, put down the brush and started to walk away.

I rubbed my bottom.

“That really fucking hurt,” I said petulantly.

Whenever you see hands and feet placed like this, you know there’s a bottom not far away that’s in a prime spankable position:

This fact is something that our Sex and Submission model, Jordan Kingsley, is just discovering:

More here.

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A reader who calls herself “Cutie With A Booty” wrote in to share her charming tale of new-found spanking fun. I’m delighted to share it with everyone, with her permission:

Dear Spanking Blog Boss,

I’ve been an avid reader and fan of your blog for a while now. I’ve always had a spanking fetish and being quite young (I’m only in my early twenties) and shy, I always found my interest too taboo and embarrassing to talk about or even clearly recognize within myself. In light of that, I’ve found much comfort and fodder in your blog.

Now, I’d consider myself pretty mainstream with my sexual desires and interests – but boy, I’d always fantasize for some reason about a nice over-the-lap, panties rolled down to the thighs beating on my behind! After all, I’ve always gotten special attention for my bottom from boys – which is luckily as J-Lo meets Kim Kardashian as booties go in white-girl world! Anyway, I have a true story to share from today that I thought you’d enjoy. Let’s call it my success story!

For a year now, my boyfriend and I have been openly exploring our sexual relationship in the bedroom. To my delight and surprise, he is as kinky and open-minded as I am! He is also always eager to please. A few months into our sexual relationship (which is founded solidly on love, not just sex) I began to notice his fixations on my bottom – always rubbing, patting, squeezing, and pinching me; always begging me to wear thongs and lace or mesh panties so he could get a better view; and his increasing desire to do it “doggy style.” Finally he admitted that he just “couldn’t get enough of my ass.”

For a while now, his interest in my booty has led to a few gentle, albeit impromptu spankings – each time more daring that the previous. First, over my pants, gently. The next time, pants down. The next, panties down, briefly. And so on our little spanking adventures would go… Until he asked me earlier today, “You know, I’m starting to get the feeling that you really, really like when I spank you. That’s your fantasy fetish, isn’t it?” Well, you can imagine I turned ten different shades of pink when I finally admitted that it was my ultimate turn-on.

So today, when I got out of the shower and we began our lovemaking on the couch, doggy-style of course (being our favorite – for both sensation and sexual appeal), I got the surprise of my life when I suddenly felt his two-times-the-size-of-my-hands hand come smack down on my right cheek harder than ever – and I don’t mean the one on my face! I let out a sharp, surprised yelp, and before I knew it, he was beating away at me as if my behind was the electronic drum set in Rock Band! It was the hardest I’ve ever been spanked. I giggled in between each cry of pain happily, begging him to stop and yet wishing he wouldn’t. Each time I giggled, my boyfriend took it as a sign of “disrespect” and only spanked my deserving bottom harder and faster as he made love to me, until it was stinging and covered, quite literally, in hand-prints. “You’ve been a bad little girl, disobeying me, and now you’re going to be punished,” he told me as he pinned me down by my hips over the cushion on my couch, my sore, bare bottom up in the air so he could reach better.

When I disobeyed to stay still and be quiet, he took my punishment to the next level, parting my thighs with his knees so that little pink, throbbing area between my legs was helplessly exposed. And then that’s when some of his spankings would miss my reddened bottom and land instead there, making me even wetter and scream even louder.

When we were done making love and cuddling afterwards, I sorely (and mistakenly) limped over to go put my clothes on. “Oh, no, where do you think you are going, cutie? I’m not done with you!” he told me, then instructing me to put on nothing but the tiniest thong in my underwear drawer. I tentatively followed his instructions to then bend over his lap on the couch. I sighed in relief as his hand came down to caress my welted and sore, stinging bottom. He gently kissed, nibbled, and massaged me, explaining that I’d need a little morale boost before he finished me off with the belt.

After a few minutes of caresses, I was told to be completely quiet as he took off his belt and began to whack away at my rear with it. Strike after strike, I was told I had to apologize each time for being such a naughty girl, and that he’d only stop if I pleaded. So I begged and apologized for disobeying him earlier, and finally, the belt struck my bottom one last time. Afterwards, he caressed me again sweetly – though snapping my thong against my butt a few times to giggle at my reaction.

When all was done, I happily bent over in front of the mirror to find my deserving, bare bottom reddened, lightly welted, and with more hand-prints on it than a detective TV show! I thanked him sweetly and playfully for allowing me my fantasy – and in return, he cuddled me lovingly, apologized for any pain he caused, and thanked me also, for allowing him his fantasy, too! It turns out, I wasn’t the only one with a spanking fetish – and I am certainly and excitedly looking forward to the next time we get to play again like that.

With a sore and happy bottom,
“Cutie With A Booty”

The gallery this photo comes from is more about bondage than spanking, true. But I thought this bondage spanking looked like a lot of fun:

If you can squint well enough to read the man’s shirt, you’ll see it says “It ain’t gonna suck itself!”

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Apologies for the blurry image, but it’s taken from the cover of an old and very shelf-worn Cinerotika magazine:

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I found this cheesy spanking poem on the cover of an old Snappy magazine (one of those vintage humor magazines with a 35-cent price tag and the subtitle “Lively man’s gags! Perky pinups!”). It went like this:

My boyfriend took me to a ball;
I flirted with the host.
When we got home, my boyfriend said:
“May I propose a toast?”

He spanked me good; my bottom up,
it certainly was the most.
“Remember,” said he, “when on a date…
it’s ME who is your host!”

That’s right. “Bend over and clasp your hands behind your knees!”

When you hear that, you know you’re in trouble:

As you might expect, a very red ass ensues, courtesy of Girls Boarding School.

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As is not uncommon in vintage badly-made spanking porn, the model with the girl in his lap seems not entirely sure what to do with her:

Back in March, Bethie wrote:

I’ve just purchased some new fancy underwear that I’ll have to blog about later after I’ve had a chance to put them to good use. I gave Dan a quick preview and he deemed them spank worthy. Wheeee!

Since then, of course, she’s preferred to blog more about her beloved Schnuffel bunnies than she has about the undies. But I found a nice vintage photo that shows the exact sort of undies she’s talking about:

You can see why I might approve.

Hermione writes at Hermione’s Heart about a belt spanking she recently enjoyed:

Fast forward to the following week, when I was summoned to the bedroom for a spanking. Ron stood at the door, grinning. Pillows were piled at the foot of the bed, and the belt lay beside them, ready for use.

It was my turn to look wide-eyed. What a surprise!

“Oh.” It was all I could manage to say.

“You’re in for a treat. I’m going to use the buckle end.”

He wouldn’t, of course. I burst out laughing and gave him a hug.

…

Ron first positioned me on my knees in front of him so that I could show my enthusiasm for his new-found creativity. After a few minutes he pushed my head away. “We’ll come back to this later.” He helped me to my feet and motioned for me to bend over the foot of the bed.

Ron is an expert with the belt. I think he practises when I’m not around. He has perfected his technique so that he no longer leaves marks on my backside. I found myself standing on tiptoe, arching my back and thrusting my bottom up to meet the leather on its decent. Each time he stopped to rub my reddened cheeks, my heels returned to earth.

When Ron decided my bottom had had enough entertainment, I once more knelt in front of him and finished what I had started earlier. Then we snuggled under the covers and I was well rewarded for my efforts. It was an afternoon to remember.

Apparently last week was the week for people to tell Monk to “bring it on!”

Considering that Monk’s blog was the first place I ever heard the phrase “Go big or go home”, I can only assume that these were people who seriously wanted it brought. As Monk says:

The first one, after saying that, ended up with tits so bruised they did not fit in back in her bra and an ass so crisscrossed with single tail welts she looked like a road map of Nebraska.

When I read this, I had a mental vision of her proudly showing off her welts and saying “That’s nothing! You should see the girl who asked him ‘Is that all you’ve got?’”

Ballet class started out so innocently. Only the riding crop in the instructor’s hand gave it away:

But the girls, the girls did not satisfy her. Punishment was immediate:

The more they were punished, the worse they got. Before long, they were being forced to strip and hold punishment poses:

And finally, the teacher could take no more. Some brutal bondage exposure, and it’s time for the whip!

There are some free pictures and videos of this scene available, but sadly they don’t show the best angles. For the juiciest stuff, you’ll really want to join Whipped Ass or at least (budget option for difficult times) buy the shoot from Kink on Demand.

(This blog post is listed on the Spanking You Spanking Toplist.)

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