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Have you ever wanted to see a Girl Scout spank a cheerleader? While, now you can. It seems the roomies at My Spanking Roommate were getting dressed up for Halloween when they got in a nasty argument about the rent. It could only be settled in one possible way:

This is actually the second spanking; the Girl Scout got it first.

See Also:

• Spankings For The Taylor Twins
• Very Public Schoolroom Spanking
• Cheerleader Brandi Paddled
• Cute Girl Gets A Bedroom Caning
• Cheerleader Spanking Movie Via Skin Video

It’s amazing what they are writing into the bodice ripper romances these days. I don’t read the things, but when the sex scenes include spanking, I don’t mind hearing about it from people who do:

“Get to your knees.” He went to his and helped her up into a position he wanted to explore.

“What are you going to do?”

“Fuck your cunt from behind.”

“You can do that?” Her head came around to look at him. She had an amazed sparkle in her eyes and he saw her quite the adventurous minx.

“Aye lass, with your permission.”

“Aye Brogan, ye have my permission.” She giggled, making fun of his brogue…

“Ye are a playful lass when cold, are ye not?” He smacked her bottom.

“Ooo” she squealed with excitement.

He lifted the tunic and shirt up. Her shapely rounded bottom faced him with the glow of a split moon. He smacked the cheek of her ass and her reaction intensified.

“Oh again Brogan.”

“Ye like a spanking now, do ye?” He slapped her other cheek and a guttural moan made his cock jut with no satisfaction in getting into her.

He pushed the tunic higher and bent to kiss the inflamed red print on her milky white bottom.

…

“Press your delicious bottom out so I may charge into your tightness here.”

“I… I can’t.”

He smacked the fleshy cheeks of her ass several blows until the white stained with a red blush. She remained clenched tight until he stopped his spanking and she relaxed. It pushed her bottom out in relief and he thrust his finger into her anus…

From a book called Sword of Rhoswen by Brenda Williamson.

ErosBlog has found a photograph of mega porn stars Jenna Jameson and Ashton Moore, dressed and posing as naughty Catholic schoolgirls. Would you ever guess they are both thirty-six years old?

Image credit is Club Jenna.

Seeing that, I had to go looking to see if there were any more. Of course there were, and so here’s another:

Aren’t they cute? One more, and this time the yardstick comes out for something close to an actual spanking:

See Also:

• Blasphemy! Cane them! Blasphemy!
• The Tale Of The Loitering Schoolgirl
• Punished In Plaid Skirts
• Lesbian High School Hell
• Spanking Those Big California Schoolgirls
• School Room Paddlings

I found a gallery featuring Uschi, a brand new model for the Pain Gate serious whipping people. Apparently this is her first-ever whipping photoshoot, which explains her highly-apprehensive expression as she climbs up onto the whipping horse:

She seems to have borne up well under her first whipping; here she is climbing down off the horse after, only a little the worse for wear:

Of course, to see the red end of her, you’ll have to view the gallery.

See Also:

• Pretty Red Pussy Stripes
• It Can Be Switching Time Now
• Whipped...And Shoveling Snow, Naked
• The East German Inquisitor
• More Dungeon Punishments

This week’s Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia at Bondage Blog includes a link to a nice bondage picture where the girl has clearly just been spanked. Worth a click I think!

I think this may have been supposed to be a spanking photo, before everybody involved got distracted from the matter at hand…

Anything for art, right?

According to a biography of actress Linda Darnell, she once got a spanking from director Douglas Sirk while filming the movie Summer Storm:

One particularly bad day, the director had shot sixteen takes of an important scene in a greenhouse. Linda grew tired, embarrassed, and was almost in tears. Finally Sirk ordered, “Everybody take a breather.”

Putting his arm around Linda’s shoulder, he said, “Now I want you to relax.”

Suddenly he yanked her across his knee and and spanked her hard. “Now go out there and do the scene right,” he snapped.

The spanking so shocked and infuriated her that she went back on set and made the scene one of the best in the picture.

“After that, Sirk and I got along better than ever” she said.

Found on the Chross forums.

What does she want? You’re at Spanking Blog, you do the math. And when does she want it? NOW!

Her name is Cathy, and she’s one of the beauties from Errotica-Archives.

Bondage and riding crops totally do mix:

Shall we zoom in?

That position works even better without the panties, I do declare!

From The Training Of O.

See Also:

• Cropping Her Thighs
• Riding Crop Spanking
• A Riding Crop For Her Breasts
• Pussy Spanking And Caning
• Upside Down Pussy Whipping

If you think puppy play is fun and you read this blog, you might like this link to a photo of a whipped girl in puppy-begging posture.

Her welts are … notable.

This comic had a boring vanilla caption when I found it. Her posture, her red cheeks, his lecturing finger… I think we can do better.

Taking suggestions in the comments.

Update: My favorite is the caption suggested by commenter Don Belmont:

“Ze color is pale. I think ve need to continue treatment…”

Thanks everybody for your great suggestions, there were a lot of funny ones!

So Hermione and Ron were conducting spanking science experiments the other day with the spray bottle, to test the old “does a wet bottomed spanking hurt more?” theory:

“Let’s start with a dry bottom so I can compare the feeling,” I said as I bent over the end of the bed. Ron eagerly followed my instructions with the leather paddle, and he soon had me squirming. After my bottom was nicely warm and glowing, he put down the paddle and picked up the spray bottle. I felt the rush of water on the back of my head and the sound of spray in my ears.

“Not my head!” I protested. “My bottom!” The spray was redirected and it cooled my hot cheeks. The paddling that followed hurt, but I couldn’t say that it hurt any more (and certainly not less) than the dry paddling.

Obviously more research is needed!

See Also:

• More Bathroom Spankings
• The Cane On Oiled Skin
• Wet Nipple Spanking

Did you know that Spanking Blog is all about fashion, now?

Apparently so.

I just got a mass email from someone “hoping to get the support of fashion bloggers like yourself” and offering me eighty bucks up front via PayPal if only I would blog in support of his ugly-mukluk promotion.

I could use the eighty bucks, but… er, no.

I can be bribed. Back before sex toy reviews on blogs got too overdone, I used to get a fair few spanking toys for review, and it usually earned a blog post for the sender. But there are sharp limits on what that sort of bribery get get you. In the editorial section of the blog, it can get you my attention and links, but only if your product is of specific interest to the spanking community.

For everything else, that’s what the display ads are for.

Meanwhile, in some alternate universe, you’re all reading a post on Spanking Blog about the wonders of wearing ugly mukluks and going “What the fuck?” And in that alternate universe, I’m not here, because Bethie and I are having a big lunch and an afternoon out on the mukluk money…

Poor thing, I believe her running-away feets have been whipped or caned:

I recognize the art style as Bob Bishop’s; this was originally cover art for a House of Milan (HOM) BDSM novel or I miss my guess.

See Also:

• Bondage Caning Illustration
• Bishop Spanking And Whipping Art
• She's In Trouble!
• Abused By Teen Girls

There’s a neat little gem of a spanking movie called Poachers’ Punishment on the 1st Choice Spanking website. I don’t have the movie in a format I can share/stream, but I’ve got some nice stills, which I think we also may have seen in one of the English magazines at some point.

In England as you may know, the streams, or at least the fish in them, or perhaps merely the rights to catch said fish (property law is complicated and best left to professionals) are privately owned; you can’t just drop a hook where you feel like it. This is called poaching, and they used to hang you on the spot for it. Attitudes have subsequently relaxed, but a scene like this is nonetheless still sure to lead to trouble:

Yup, the best kind of trouble, too:

“Breezy out here, eh what? Let’s take it indoors where we can make this spanking more personal…

“…and see about punishing your naughty little friend, too.”

“Just to drive the lesson home — and repay me in pleasure (mine) and humiliation (yours) for those notional fish you might have caught — why don’t you get naked for the paddling part of our program?”

See Also:

• Two Blondes Spanked
• Pleading Will Not Help
• Nettles In Their Panties
• Bondage Whipping Over A Fence

So I was browsing at Finding Sarah when I came across her lengthy account of running her car down to the fumes and why it seemed like a good idea at the time, and how she thought she’d wriggle out of getting caught at it, but in fact got most righteously busted.

I think I left you all hanging with the fact that I (almost) ran out of gas and got caught by my ever vigilant and none too pleased husband. I want to stop to emphasize the “almost” part here. Almost is a very important word. I almost won the race. I almost got the job. I almost ran out of gas. Almost is the difference between what might have been and what is. Now if I almost did what he told me to do I might make a case for “almost” being right next to “done”, but as the reverse is true and I almost ran out of gas, but did not, I am going to present my case insisting that the facts will show that I made it to the gas station, filled up, and in fact no damage was incurred, except perhaps to a certain part of my anatomy, after the fact…but the car was fine! Let the facts show there was no actual running out of gas!

But Grant is funny that way. He gets all caught up in the technicalities. Technically, I am not supposed to let the tank go below ¼ tank. He’s said it multiple times; I know it… but I was busy, distracted, running late, and doing things for him! Isn’t it amazing the excuses we can find!

However, I need to start at the beginning…

This brought back fond memories for me. A long time ago when Bethie and I had not been together all that long, she “almost” blew up a planned day excursion by running our van completely dry; we coasted into a gas station on fumes while trying to make a ferry sailing that we’d have missed if the gas station had been a hundred yards further away.

But was I grumpy? Not really — It’s more like I was cheerful, much to Bethie’s chagrin. (In fact, she says I was “almost gleeful.”) I was cheerful because I immediately knew I was going to cane her, one stroke for every gallon that I could fit in the tank of that van. And she knew it too, if only because I made sure she did:

I was cheerful because of the sheer justice of my cause. Not filling the gas tank whenever it drops near a quarter tank is one of those petty domestic offenses that’s baffling to your average man, and certainly to me. It’s pointlessly dangerous, creating too much risk of harm or serious inconvenience, for no benefit at all. I’d been nattering at Bethie for a year about this, and I purely hate the sound of my own nattering. But caning her for letting the gauge dip low seemed a bit petty. So when the tank ran dry as we were hurrying to catch a ferry for a fun excursion day? Nothing petty about that! I was cheerful because I finally had an inarguable excuse to redress a persistent problem.

Funny thing, though. I’ve caned Bethie a lot harder since then on much flimsier excuses, or even at her request, or just for fun, but she’s never since that day let me catch her with the gas gauge below a quarter of a tank.

He’s an earl, this is a surprise?

From a book called World Without End by Ken Follett:

She saw him staring. “Don’t look at me,” she said. “Go to bed.” She threw the soiled garment in the laundry hamper. She went to the clothes press and lifted its lid. She found another nightdress. Ralph raked her with his eyes as she lifted it out. He stared at her uplifted breasts, and the mound of her sex with its dark hair, and his mouth went dry.

She caught his look. “Don’t you touch me,” she said.

If she had not said that, he would have probably lain down and gone to sleep. But her swift rejection stung him. “I’m the Earl of Shiring, and you’re my wife,” he said. “I’ll touch you any time I like.”

“You wouldn’t dare” she said, and she turned away to put on the gown.

That angered him. As she lifted the garment to put it on over her head, he slapped her bottom. It was a hard slap on bare skin, and he could tell that it hurt her. She jumped and cried out. “So much for not daring” he said.

Found on the Chross forums.

I’m pretty sure Dana Fox isn’t yelling in this photograph because of the leather paddle spanking she’s getting … or at least, she’s not yelling about that, alone. No, the butt hook tied to her pony tail (converting all her struggles into intimate and perilous internal sensations) probably has more to do with it:

Rotating around for another view, I’d say, yup, definitely the butt hook. And it’s worth looking at the free gallery, too, because there’s also the little matter of the ordeal of the four canes she has to go through…

Image credit goes to Whipped Ass.

I have this problem all the time. The man says “I don’t know whether to lick it or whip it.”

Fortunately, one can generally do both.

I went dipping again into the treasure trove I mentioned a few weeks ago of production stills from Lupus movies, and was rewarded with this set, of a schoolgirl very reluctantly stripping for her caning punishment:

Don’t forget to click that last picture to see a larger version.

See Also:

• Caning Block Agony
• Girls In Trouble
• More Faces Of Punishment
• Hangdog Schoolgirls
• About To Be Spanked Expressions

In the movie 9 1/2 Weeks, this is just a throwaway scene, but it’s quite a bit hotter in the book:

We are both laden down with packages when he says, “I have to get one more thing.” And hails a cab. We end up in Brooklyn, at a small, obscure hunting store. There are two clerks, one dignified and elderly, one in his teens, no other customers. He is pricing insulated vests, the kind to be worn under windbreakers.

I put my parcels on a chair, walk around, get bored, sit down on the edge of an old mahogany desk, pick up and leaf through a three-year-old New Yorker, which miraculously looks brand new.

“This one, I guess,” he says. I look over at the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop.

“I’d like to try it out.” There is a peculiar shift; from one second to the next I have become disoriented, I am on alien territory, in a foreign century. He walks a few steps to where I am half-sitting on the desk, one foot on the floor, the other dangling. He pulls my skirt up over my left leg, which is resting on the desk, steps back, and strikes me across the inner thigh. The searing pain is an inextricable part of a wave of excitement that robs me of breath and speech and the ability to move; every cell in my body is awash with lust.

It is silent in the small, dusty room. The clerks behind the counter have frozen. He slowly smooths down my skirt and turns to the older man, who is wearing a suit and still looks like an accountant, though a deep flush is spreading upward from his shirt collar.

“This one will do.”

Thanks to Hermione’s Heart for typing it in.

See Also:

• Riding Crop Spanking
• Spanking Banter In Bad Books
• Recreational Riding Crop Bruises
• Father's Day Shopping
• A Riding Crop On The First Date

No really…it’s safe. Honest.

Bonnie from My Bottom Smarts has been running this thing every year for for five years called Love Our Lurkers day. The idea is to encourage the regular readers to speak up and say hello.

I’m not sure Spanking Blog has ever participated. The thing is, it struck me as a blog meme thing, and i’m incredibly resistant to those. But it’s also a damned good idea, and I try not to be resistant to those.

So if you’re a lurker, say hello in the comments today, please! I’d love to hear from you.

Ouch! This cane blow is really gonna leave a mark…

Here’s a nasty little gem of a spy novel spanking from an old Nick Carter novel A Bullet For Fidel, rounded up with thanks via The Spank Statement:

Nick jerked the glass forward with he suddenness of a striking snake and flung himself sideways out to of his chair. Cold rum and even colder ice cubes slapped against her face and splashed down the front of her low-cut gown. She made a sound like a police siren and leaped to her feet, waving the little gun wildly and wiping her pretty, creamy-tanned neck with an agitated hand. He caught her gun arm and twisted it upward in one swift, relentless thrust. The little gun dropped to the floor and he kicked it away.

“Now,” he said menacingly, “we’ll do the talking my way.”

Her scream turned into a little yelp of alarm as he pinned her hands in one of his and dragged her back to the chair. He seated himself comfortably and pulled her down on top of him, her firm breasts nuzzling into his knee and her shapely derriere clamped beneath the palm of his right hand. His legs scissored around hers.

“Leggo of me, you bastard!”

“Watch your language, he reproved her. I warned you what was going to happen, and you went right ahead and made it worse. I’m going to ask you a few questions. Miss O’Reilly, baby, and you’re going to answer me – or else.” His hand rose quickly and descended on the small behind. There was a satisfying sound, and his hand stung.

“First. When did you start following me, and why?”

“Following you?” she squealed. “I haven’t been doing anything of the sort! I told you, it was only after the man called you Straven that I even noticed you.”

“Oh, come on, now.” A series of slapping sounds, and a yelp. “You bumped into me three times and you didn’t notice me? You’ll have to do better than that. What were you trying to do, scrape acquaintance or lift my wallet?”

The blonde head turned and the sky-blue eyes blinked at him resentfully. “Neither!” Those were accidents. You can hit me all you like you sonofabitch, but they were accidents. I told you I was sorry, didn’t I? Goddamn! No indeed, I didn’t want you or your miserable wallet. It was just my bad luck I kept on running into you.”

Nick stared into the blue eyes reflectively. There was something oddly convincing about her indignation. She gave a convulsive little wiggle and he slapped her down almost casually. So maybe she hadn’t been following him.

“All right, let’s try the next question. You think I’m not Straven. Why don’t you go to the police, is it because you think you can blackmail me?”

“I won’t answer your questions in this position! Put me down and I’ll talk to you, damn you!”

Nick thought it over. This was quite enjoyable, in a way, but it wasn’t getting him any where.

“If that’s a promise – okay. but first, here’s a little something for lying your way into my rooms and waving a gun at me.” His hand came down hard, several times. Her outraged squeals were music to his ears. She was the least likely and most inefficient spy he had ever met; a Mata Hari with a sore behind.

“Ten…eleven…twelve,” he finished, and stood up abruptly. She thudded to the floor and scrambled angrily to her feet.

She rubbed her bottom soothingly.

Every year The Stockroom has a big Halloween sale, which is typically marked by small discounts on everything in their catalog you might want to use in a kinky costume (a lot of stuff!) plus the usual deep slashing more-than-50% price cuts on a few things that they either want to move a ton of or are using as loss leaders. I always try to identify a few of the regular bargains (because who can afford not to shop for bargains?) but I can never avoid drooling over some of the shiny pretties, either.

Bargains first. Relevant to your spanking blog interests, your basic crop and your basic bamboo cane, priced real nice indeed:

  Wide End Riding Crop $14 (regularly $29)

  36″ Bamboo Cane $9.40 (regularly $16)

And now for just one of the shinies! I am not really a rubber fetishist, but looking at these latex stockings (also on sale, but never cheap) might be enough to get me to reconsider:

Yum.

See Also:

• The Black Paddle
• Hardwood Ruler Paddles
• Reader Questions About Whips And Canes And Switching
• Black Toys For Black Friday
• Buying Canes

“You and I have some unfinished business. Young lady, you need a lesson, and I am going to give it to you….”

Zille Defeu has the video.

Bonnie-Jo writes at Life of a College Spanko:

I was standing, hands at my sides, bottom bared, fingers lightly playing with the sides of my thighs. He was sitting in the leather chair behind me. Silence, then, “Do you remember what you told me I should do to you? Because of how serious this offense is?”

I froze, fingers stilling, then grasped an idea, “Yes… but only if you wanted –” I took a breath, then, resigned, said quickly, hoping the speed could help me get the words out, “Blindfold — me — and — use — the — crop.”

There was history to this. He’d done it before, and I’d freaked. It was the first time I’d told him to stop. Now the magic words “crop” and “blindfold” loomed before my brain, snickering at me, pointing accusing fingers, claiming I was too afraid. I hated being so afraid of anything.

“Yes, you did say that.” His voice was calm. “You said that I could.”

Needless to say, this time she liked it much better…

Looking at the sweet curves of Holly Heart’s ass as she’s lying there hogtied — and trust me, I am looking — I can’t help but thinking the man with the cane is just misguided when he is going after her feet instead of her bottom:

Don’t forget to “click the pic” for a much bigger view. Picture courtesy of Hogtied.com.

See Also:

• Spanked Until She Cries
• Sweet Ass Curves
• Hot Crossed Bun

From The Misadventures of The Not So Submissive Wife:

He introduced handcuffs this weekend.

Six months ago if BDH had brought handcuffs in and threatened to use them on me, I think I would have stopped running when I hit the East Coast, and I live in Texas.

I found myself naked, laying on my tummy and handcuffed to the bed. That is when I met the next surprise BDH had for me. My behind got spanked with a leather paddle.

He alternated between spanking me and touching that most sensitive place on my body. I laid there, under his knowing hands, and completely lost it. The wonderful Man who married me, knew what I had been wanting.

He had been wisely waiting to make sure I was ready for it. And, oh was I ready. My body felt twisted in ways I cannot even begin to describe. The pleasure was unimaginable. The spanking was harder and longer than I have experienced before, and his hands on me felt like heaven.

Finally, I lay exhausted and completely satisfied, but BDH wasn’t done with me. The last three smacks on my sore bottom almost had me in tears. He held me in his arms while I gasped for breath. I was so exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep. And I did sleep, while still handcuffed. That seemed to bring such a feeling of security. Yes, being handcuffed made me feel secure…

See Also:

• Handcuffed Girl Needs A Spanking
• Handcuffed And Ready To Be Spanked
• A Foxtrot Spanking

There was a public spanking gem among the links in yesterday’s Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia post at Bondage Blog. Specifically, a pretty girl in chains, getting what looks like (judging from her facial expression) a reasonably hard hand spanking from some dude at the 2007 Folsom Street fair. Check it out!

This is a detail from a larger panel that in turn is (I believe, if I’m recognizing the art style properly) from one of Milo Manara’s many erotic graphic novels. Sadly, I don’t know which one:

Talk about precise crop placement! I do find myself wondering if it’s as flexible as it looks…

Found via alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons.

See Also:

• Comic Book Pussy Whipping
• The Whipping Nuns
• Manara Spanking

Two girls are at one of those street fair places where the kinky goods are displayed in a booth. And they are trying the spanking paddles out on each other while vamping for the camera:

• Wooden paddle with holes
• Heart-shaped leather paddle
• How about a studded harness and a spiked collar?

If you’ve ever come across any of Sarah Blake’s work, you’ll know she’s a real cutie. It turns out she flogs real good too, as this bondage photoshoot from Device Bondage demonstrates real well:

A bottom like that, the flogging is pretty much mandatory:

See Also:

• Flogger On Bottom
• Flogging In The Light
• Flogged And Chained Pussy
• Flogging A Bad Secretary
• Kneeling Up For A Flogging

Here’s an Eric Stanton drawn “spanked by her husband” cartoon from Stantoons #5, I believe the storyline is called “Poor Letty”:

She looks nicely tearful, though you may have to click for the large version to see it properly.

See Also:

• Wife Spanking, Stanton Style
• Spanked Wife, Stanton Style
• Painful Prison Strapping
• The Return Of "Should Wives Be Spanked?"
• A Girl Whipping By Eric Stanton

I’m a little disturbed by the monkey in the peanut gallery, but the spanking is good:

A couple of years ago I blogged a little image from Hustler’s Taboo Magazine, saying:

In the old Victorian fetish novels, the cruel schoolmaster or sadistic monk was as likely to belabor some poor student or work-house girl across the shoulders with his cane as he was to bend them over for proper strokes.

Now I find it’s available in glorious 1000-pixel large-format from Kinky Delight.

I’ve never been completely convinced of the wisdom of spanking a girl while she has the family jewels between her teeth:

However, I guess it demonstrates that they train to a high standard on The Upper Floor. More here…

See Also:

• Spanking Cherry Torn
• Caned During A Blowjob
• Spanking While She's, Er, Busy
• Innocent White Panties, Hot Bondage Sex
• The Rewards of Discipline

I say “vintage”, because it looks “vintage-ish” and I found it in the vintage groups on UseNet:

But I am uncertain, truth be told. There’s something about the picture that sets off my “modern art photo with a deliberate retro look” warning. Maybe the shoes, maybe something in the filtering and lensing, maybe it’s just that it looks too much like something Ellen Von Unwerth would do.

So if you recognize the pic and have a photographer credit or a source, I’d love to have it. Of course that’s also (and always) true if it’s a vintage pic as well.

See Also:

• Punishment Party Out Of Control
• Lesbian Forest Whipping
• Lesbian High School Hell
• Vintage Lesbian Spanking
• A Spanking Good Catfight

Man o man, the foolish things people do in the throes of “true love everlasting”.

Here’s a girl who got “Scott’s Slut Forever” tattooed just above her pussy:

A sweet gesture I’m sure, but when Scott is long gone, that’s gonna be so awkward.

Now I’m just hoping she didn’t do it to impress her online master whom she’s never actually met, yet.

See Also:

• Spanking Tattoo

Vivid red welts all over her bottom and legs, and a heavily-electrified butt plug.

Of course it’s a Paintoy photo.

I’m trying to be good. Spanking is spanking. Hands, bare bottoms, panties down. The canings, the whippings, the breasts the pussies the palms the bars of soap — there are a thousand fetishes and sexy things that are (to my jaded eye) all part of the same world, but not spanking precisely. I try to remember that, and to make sure I don’t forget a healthy dose of bare bottoms first and foremost.

But I keep getting tempted astray by stuff like this slave training video gallery. I’m sorry, but not very:

Breast caning, it’s what’s for snack.

See Also:

• The Cane Gag
• Chains And The Cane
• Breast Caning
• The Caning Of O
• Caned Boob
• Boob Caning Party

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this particular Neprakta caning artwork:

From Waldo Blog via Chross.

See Also:

• Neprakta Whipping Post Scene
• Neprakta Forest Spanking
• Unknown Spanking Artist

Somebody reminded me that there was a mouthsoaping scene in The Headmaster’s Study, one of the first and most venerable of the scary Lupus caning movies. I went rummaging my drives, but all I’ve got is one poor-resolution screen cap:

Can anybody who has seen that movie all the way through (all I have are various lengthy clips) tell me how the mouth soaping goes?

See Also:

• Mouth Soaping And Belt Spanking
• Caning Block Agony
• Mouth Soaping
• Punished Girls Holding Canes
• Oral Punishment For Oral Sins

Flickr can be fun, but most folks there are not wild about seeing their photos pop up on “stinky porn sites.” So, you get text links:

• The soap is strawberry flavored. She still doesn’t look happy about it.
• A cure for swearing was thought to be in order.
• This one is kinda funny — a woman is thinking about the old “wash your mouth out with soap” punishment, wonders about it, tastes a bar of soap, and takes a picture of her horrified self.

This tease wants one!

I found her on a random tumblr, so maybe she’s just being flirty. But I’ve seen a few “spank me” moves in my time, and that sure looks like one…

See Also:

• Schoolgirl, In The Library, With The Riding Crop
• Spank That Naughty Flirt
• Domestic Discipline For A Flirt

Device Bondage model Ally Ann looks like she’s made a career out of being little and blonde and cute. Presumably she knew when she took this job that they were going to hurt her a little bit:

But boy, she sure manages to look surprised and outraged!

See Also:

• This Girl Will Crawl
• Bottoms Up For Smacking
• Very Sore Feet
• Bastinado In The Barn
• Bastinado Girl

I know some of you have a mouthsoaping fetish, as a sort of ancillary punishment that goes along with spankings. While, here (discovered via Bondage Blog) is a kinky story that includes a poor girl who gets a harsh riding crop spanking while forced to hold a bar of soap in her mouth (because she forgot the speaking rules of her roleplay) and then gets a lengthy ravishment before she’s allowed to remove it:

“Reach behind you and pull up the hem of your skirt.”

He stood beside her, the shaft of the crop resting horizontally against her defenseless flesh.

“Let’s review. You spoke without permission, and used English. Correct?”

He prompted her to reply with a fast swat.

“Oui, monsieur.”

“Did you climax just then?”

Crack.

“Oui, monsieur.”

“That makes a total of seven this afternoon. Correct?”

Crack.

“Oui, monsieur.”

“How many were you supposed to have?”

Crack.

“Vignt, monsieur.”

“Correct. That leaves 13.”

“Oui…”

Crack.

“I didn’t ask you a question, Yvette.”

He rolled his eyes. So much to learn.

She stared straight ahead as he stood next to her in silence, her face unable to mask the looming sense of dread.

After a few moments, he went to the bathroom and retrieved a new bar of soap.

“This is for using vulgarity in my presence.”

He unwrapped it slowly in front of her.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes grew wide as he pushed it between her teeth.

“Bend over.”

He allowed the silence to crush all hope of a reprieve out of the room, then reached between her legs to remove the still-buzzing vibrator.

“Thirteen missed orgasms. Times two transgressions. That totals 26.”

A moment passed before the crop whistled.

As he progressed, his rhythm became maddeningly inconsistent in terms of both timing and aim.

But zebras wished they boasted such stripes.

“Straighten up.”

Feeling flush, he walked back to his armchair to better observe her glowing backside.

After a moment of appreciation, the familiar sensation of blood engorging demanded his full attention.

“Come to me.”

She turned and approached the chair, her fingers remaining clutched obediently around the hem of her dress.

“Turn around.”

He slipped off his pants, opened his legs and placed his hands around her hips.

She tottered uneasily on her heels as he pulled her back and guided her over his lap.

“Put your hands on the arms of the chair.”

Her sex pulsed hot and slippery against the tip of his cock.

“Down,” he commanded unnecessarily.

A nudge with his thighs was all it took for her to begin raising and lowering herself while his hands found their way around her to her still-clamped breasts.

Her pace quickened as he fondled and kneaded her bosom, giving an occasional tug to the chain from which still hung the toothbrush.

A low moan escaped the bar of soap.

His fingers were unrelenting as she practically bounced off his groin, each thrust penetrating her deeper than the one previous.

He felt her heart thrashing like speedmetal drums as they approached what appeared to be a mutually-beneficial resolution.

At the first sign of his own release, he pinched open the clamps and let them fall noisily to the floor.

He had to put his arms around her waist to keep her from falling forward.

Sweating profusely, Yvette shuddered hard when his hand slipped down and grazed against the top of her elegant fur.

No, he reprimanded myself.

*** Later ***

Much, much later.

“Up.”

He helped her off his lap and held her steady until he was confident she wouldn’t topple over like a tree that’s had quite enough of the chainsaw.

“It’s time to put that soap to its proper use. Undress, shower and return to me in 10 minutes.”

The story is called Dismaid by Adrian Hunter.

See Also:

• Mouth Soaping And Belt Spanking
• Mouthsoaping Bailey
• Emma's Mouth Soap Spanking Ordeal
• Jessica's Mouth Washed Out With Soap

This is silly and full of bad Star Wars jokes. Also fun:

Take a guess at how much that stormtrooper action figure you’re now holding is worth.
Um, five bucks?
Ha! No, my collectors guide values it at $18.20. It’s from the early 80s.
Aren’t you from the early 80s?
I am, you brat. Now guess how much that same action figure was worth before you removed it from its original packaging.
$18.20?
No, my dear, $129.50.

You know where it goes from there.

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• Bethie's Defective Light Sabre

Meet Cassandra Calogera and Sierra Skye:

Don’t they look like they are plotting mischief? I certainly think so.

Indeed, before we are done with them, it may prove necessary to tie them in a compromising position and cane their pussies.

Yes. Yes, it may.

See Also:

• Three Caned Pussies
• A Sex Caning For Natalie Minx
• Pussy Spanking And Caning
• Upside Down Pussy Whipping
• Pussy Whipping Art

Miss Pink writes about her spanko history, and in the process reminds me about the callowness of youth. Boys are such chickens. To get such offers, and do nothing! And yet, I can’t mock them; despite the myths of testosterone, I think most young men encounter sexually charged situations they don’t know how to handle. They pause, they quail, they balk, they do nothing; and if they are smart, twenty-five years later they are still kicking themselves in the ass and thinking “Dude, you idiot!”

My freshman year of college I confessed to my long-term boyfriend my need to be dominated. I didn’t use that word, though. My specific words were, “locked in a room without any clothing and made to do whatever you tell me to”.

I didn’t mention spanking, but that was at the center of my fantasy and a word I just could not say. I felt ashamed at my desire for him to spank me; I could not afford his mockery.

He did not lock me in a room and use me as I’d offered; he did not spank me.

While lying naked in bed with another boyfriend, I would turn onto my stomach and lift the sheet with my feet, exposing my bare bottom in temptation. When he’d cup the cheeks, my breath would catch and I would yearn for him to do it, to spank me. He never did.

Just in case you missed it at Bethie’s blog, she explains in detail how she makes sure to get a spanking when she wants one. It’s illustrated:

This is from a story in Februs 13 illustrated by Paula:

‘I think something a little more severe than spanking is called for,’ I told her. Leaving Sue in her humbling position I went to the wardrobe where, hanging on the inside of the door, was a collection of belts. I selected my favourite for corrective purposes, an unadorned black strip of thin, supple Italian leather. Holding the buckle in my palm I wrapped the leather twice about my hand, then flicked my wrist with a practised motion. The belt cracked satisfyingly in thin air.

An apprehensive moan returned my attention to Sue, uncertainly awaiting my attentions. My eyes drank in her full, womanly curves, the lush expanse of tender flesh offered up to my mercy. I heard her shallow, panting breath and could see, between the splay of her magnificent thighs, the rise and fall of her dangling breasts.

‘How many?’ she asked meekly when I resumed my position at her side.

‘Enough to elicit true contrition,’ I replied, and drew back my arm.

The whippy leather landed with a sharp report on the fullest curve of her near bottom-cheek, the tip licking into her split crevice. An anguished wail tore from Sue’s throat and she began to raise her hand to her abused buttock.

‘Hold still!’ I rapped, and at the sound of my displeasure her hand shot back to its correct place. I tanned her cheek methodically, clinically, laying each stripe a little higher until I reached the point where her buttocks tapered into the small of her back. Returning to the mid-point, the lashes descending the quivering globe, my aim carefully avoiding her plump, out-thrust sex, onto her upper thigh, where I allowed a greater length to sear her skin, curling around and onto the front of her leg.

Each lash elicited a barking cry of anguish from Sue, and when I stepped to her other side and began to work backhanded on her other pale cheek she began to sob piteously.

‘Oh please I’m sorry! I’m really, truly sorry!’ I ignored her, continued to thrash her buttocks to a scarlet that matched the first-beaten cheek.

See Also:

• Beer Label By Paula
• Pussy Whipping Art
• Whipped by Knights
• Sweet Ass, Birched In Public

This just in:

News flash, Princess: caning hurts.

I’m pretty sure this picture is from the Taylor Twins website, but I’m not sure what the story was supposed to be. The girls look pretty hangdog to me, so I’d rather make up my own. Of course it involves cheerleader malfeasance and some well-earned spankings in the back yard:

I just got my hands on a treasure trove of production stills from the Lupus Spanking movies, so you’ll be seeing some more of those here over the days and weeks to come. They’re pretty high-resolution, so I can play with details, too.

For instance, there’s one sequence featuring a caning block and one of the heavily welted purple-striped caned bottoms for which Lupus is so deliciously infamous. But up in the upper left corner, dimly seen until I jacked the gamma a bit, were two already-caned girls, naked, in tears, terrified that they were going to get more, and trying to comfort each other. I had to grab them and blow them up a bit for your delectation:

See Also:

• Caning Block Agony
• More Faces Of Punishment
• Religious School Canings
• Punished Girls Holding Canes
• Lupus Pictures (Rigid East) Spanking Website

I found this in last Friday’s Bondage Links Cornucopia on Bondage Blog. It’s by Ruiz:

See Also:

• Spanking Party, With Hairbrushes
• Sorority Spankings
• Spanking at The Masque

Your girl would like you to know that she’s very very sorry and she won’t do that again.