Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Do you remember the era of the dial-up computer bulletin board systems (BBS)? Before there was an internet for civilians? Upload ratios and download ratios, and the dirty pictures would draw themselves on your screen line-by-line at 1200 baud?

The pictures that circulated were often branded with the phone numbers of the biggest BBS. I didn’t discover until later that they were usually scanned (in the case of the kinky ones) from bondage and spanking magazines. I saw a lot of these “Farmer’s Daughter” branded pics back in the day:

This one, as it happens, came from an ancient House of Milan bondage magazine, and I just happened over a good scan in a different directory. So here’s the same picture, in decent quality.

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• Switched In The Woods

Ah, there’s nothing like a good panties-down bondage spanking with flexible plastic ruler:

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• Cartoon Ruler Spanking
• Ruler Spanking
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OK, I’m going to say this girl is a little bit unclear on the whole whip concept and what it is for. But she’s got potential; we could maybe let her hang around anyway?

Inquisition World is going to appeal to a fairly narrow set of fetishes. But if they’re your fetishes, their photos of medieval dungeon interrogation will may make you very happy indeed:

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• Bishop Spanking And Whipping Art
• Nettles For A Witch
• Severe Dungeon Birchings
• More Dungeon Punishments

Here are two ladies for whom the redness of sunburn is simply too slow a remedy: they are not willing to arrive back on shore with pale bottoms. Extreme measures are called for! Fortunately they know how to get what they want:

From alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.vintage.

Now, if this doesn’t strike you as a fine way to spend a sunny afternoon in the woods with a pretty blonde, you don’t have the kinky poetry in your soul. “A whip of leather, underneath a bough…”

It’s from this Whipped Women gallery.

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• In The Garden Of Welts
• Before And After The Whip
• The Man With The Bullwhip
• A Whipping In The Sun
• Whipping Post Picnic

She looks like she’s rather enjoying her whipping:

ErosBlog writes “I suspect that the artist is one Liliane Gourari, whose illustrations appeared in at least one mid-twentieth-century edition of the Marquis de Sade’s Justine.”

I believe this is what bratting looked like in 1906. On the next cabinet card (if only we had it!) she’s probably over his knee on the bench, nothing visible but her bare bottom and a mound of skirts piled up over her head and shoulders and arms:

Don’t forget to click for the bigger version.

It’s been a while since I posted anything from Public Disgrace; they seem to have toned down their public bondage and BDSM shoots from the rather balls-to-the-wall approach they took when the site was new, and I haven’t noticed any good public spankings from them lately. But that all changed when I spotted this photoshoot featuring one of their models on a humiliating naked city bus ride, complete with handcuffs:

At another point on the ride she gets bent over a seat back and they begin caning her in full view of the passengers:

Photos are from this free gallery.

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• Very Public Schoolroom Spanking
• Spanked In A Crumbling Courtyard
• Spanked In Public
• Charley's Dinner Party
• Public Spanking In Berlin

This vintage spanking photo (found in one of my old UseNet download folders) breaks two body taboos at once, featuring models who are both older and larger than you normally see in spanking porn:

I assume this is from one of the black-and-white spanking magazines of the 1970s or 1980s, but that’s just a guess.

I found this at Weird Things That Turn Me On:

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• Lesbian Tree Whipping
• Vintage Woodland Spanking
• Neprakta Forest Spanking
• Tied To A Tree And Switched
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Here’s a rare pare of links featuring M/m spanking. I know a few of you like this sort of thing, and though it’s outside the usual Spanking Blog editorial remit, I make the odd exception for links of exceptional quality. I think this pair of photos qualifies.

The scene is a study. A naked young man stands in a sitz bath before a roaring fire. A very severe tutor in academic gowns is lecturing him, and gesturing with a nasty looking bundle of birch rods.

In the next picture, he’s moved the bath, and he’s now bent over a chair before the fire. The rods are in use, and his wet bottom is turning red.

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• Figging Story
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You can’t cane yourself — well, not easily, anyway — but it looks like newly-appointed Deputy Headmistress Elise at St. Mackenzie’s would like to try:

It’s the stripper shoes that earn this girl her whipping in this Pain Gate whipping extravaganza, it has to be! Or maybe the whole fluffy white hooker outfit? “Uncle” Vanya does not approve:

Via Kinky Delight.

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• Those Mean Old Cowboys
• The Man With The Bullwhip
• Wife Whipping For Debt Collection
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Of course they do…if they didn’t, there wouldn’t be any good girls in the world for long, would there be?

Anyway, this was Dollie’s discovery:

Apparently good girls get caned. I was very polite with him, yet he pushed me down onto the bed, rubbing his filthy hands roughly against my ass. I wiggled, and whimpered but he drew his hand back and laid it upon my ass hard! I gasped, I wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care. He struck me again and I wriggled against His hand as he held my thigh against his groin. I could feel hard cock rubbing against my left thigh through His khaki slacks.

My ass grew red as he continued his attack on my soft, plump cheeks. I cried out, sobbed, but nothing would stop him! Then he took it out, from his bag of tricks. It was the cane. I was terrified, I attempted to get away, clawing at the sheets. He laid the horrid piece of wood across my ass cheeks. I knew at that moment, whether I wanted it or not that I had to lay still and take it…

I found this excellent drawing by Waldo at the blog of Leia-Ann Woods:

Use the martinet, stow the martinet, tell the girl you’re going for a beer and will be back in a few minutes after her welts have had time to rise. “Don’t go anywhere, and don’t you dare drop the whip!”

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• Masked Woman With Martinet
• The Martinet For The Maid
• Welts, And A Martinet
• A Martinet Whipping
• A Tabletop Martinet Spanking

Via Chross comes this link to a blog post about Basil Gogos paintings for adventure magazines. Among the included examples are two sets of girls showing recent evidence of painful whipping:

(The Nazi in the top painting reminds me that yesterday Bondage Blog did a seven-year roundup of bondage posts involving Nazis and prison camps and women-in-prison and such.)

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• Nazi Cane and Crop Interrogation
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• Kneeling At His Boots
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From The Memoirs of Dolly Morton, as found in the archives at Bondage Blog:

Miss Dean flinched convulsively, uttered a startled cry , then looked round with an expression of disgust on her face. Eyes flashing she exclaimed:

‘How dare you touch me there! Take your hand away! Just whip me and let me go!’

She writhed and twisted in anguish but Stevens kept his hand in the cleft of her thighs , saying with a coarse laugh:

‘She’s a woman sure enough, boys! I got my hand right on her hairy slit!’

Then he said to the outraged woman:

‘My hand won’t hurt you. But if you make any more complainin’ you’ll find something bigger and harder between your legs! Now I’ll get on and flog you right away and its my guess you’ll soon be begging for something else instead!’

He withdrew his hand and Miss Dean ceased to struggle, her head drooped once more and she lay silently awaiting her shameful punishment.

Stevens raised the switch and flicked it about, so as to make it hiss through the air, then he brought it down with considerable force across the upper part of her bottom; the tough hickory spray making a sharp crack as it struck the firm flesh which quivered involuntarily under the stinging stroke.

“I’m going to cane you in front of these people and I’m going to do it with all your clothes off.”

From Erectus.

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• Punished In The Girl's Bathroom
• The Cane And Her Breasts
• Naked Caning
• Caning The House Guest

Here’s a tight round bottom, bruised all to hell. Apparently it’s not a spanking pic, but the aftermath of a hard day at the roller derby rink. Whatever.

There’s a new gallery of free embedded flash caning movie clips available from Lupus Spanking. These are always relevant to our Spanking Blog interests:

But the promo text copy for this gallery made my eyebrows crawl up my forehead and begin migrating over the top of my scalp in most Dilbertian fashion. It says “HELPLESS GIRL GET HER BOTTOM CANED BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION.”

O’RLY?

My bottom-recognition-fu is strong. My skepticism about this claim is stronger. Red, her bottom certainly gets. Welted and bruised, sure. Not recognizable as a bottom? Nu-huh. I’m calling “hyperbole” on that one.

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• Caning Block Agony
• Punished Girls Holding Canes
• Lupus Pictures (Rigid East) Spanking Website

This looks like a comic book panel, and one that’s relevant to my spanking interests. But sadly, all I know is that it came from a UseNet directory:

Update: Commenter Victoria says it comes from a comic book called Danger Girl. Thanks!

While searching for something else on Google, I came across this Bondage Blog assessment of the “Beauty” books by Anne Rice. Specifically, Rope Guy doesn’t think Beauty got enough spankings:

My own problem with the books is that Beauty never displays any discernible character or will. She’s a very desirable flesh puppet for three whole books, posing where she’s told, doing what she’s told with pussy lips well thrust out for public viewing. If she has any motivations, they are kept secret from the reader. When she simply must be shown to take some initiative, it’s portrayed as an impulse, a whim, or an uncontrollable urge. She’s so passive, it’s as if she never actually woke up from her hundred years of cursed sleep when The Prince porked her silly. Reading the books, I got so bored with her state of passive apprehensiveness and wholly unexplained desire to please a bunch of dominant folks who never give her any reason to care about their good opinion, that I found myself going “please oh please, would somebody please tie her up again, or give her another spanking, or find some creative way to torment her? Because eventually she’s got to react to something!”

Too many spankings? Hell, I don’t think she got enough!

This strikes me as a brutal but effective method of interrogation:

Judging by the folder I found it in, the image has been on my hard drive since forever; I’d welcome an artist ID for it.

Update: An informed commenter tells me the artist is Stig, and by style, that makes sense. But I’m used to seeing Stig’s F/m stuff, which is why I didn’t think of it. And it turns out “Stig” is a hard keyword to Google; a few fast minutes of searching didn’t turn up any good info resources about the artist or concentrated troves of Stig art. Quality link contributions in the comments are solicited.

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• Pussy Whipping Interrogation
• The East German Inquisitor
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Chloe Camilla and Kiera King make unconvincing schoolgirls … they simply don’t have the studious look:

Obviously, “teacher” Bobbi Starr doesn’t think so either. So it must be spanking time!

Mmmm, we all do so enjoy spanking time:

And I don’t care if it is a cliche, but after the spankings is pretty good times too!

Pictures courtesy of this Everything Butt gallery.

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Once again, Erica Scott brings the Bottom Of Kryptonite and the toys don’t survive the experience:

As she explains:

New Guy came over tonight with a three-pack of brand-new wooden spoons. WTF?? The first time he came here, he brought me a birthday balloon and a flower. Now I get freaking spoons?? Is the honeymoon over?

Since they were kitchen implements, he got this crazy idea that I should spend more time in the kitchen. Needless to say, I didn’t share that sentiment. OK, he said, if I wasn’t going to use the kitchen for cooking, then he’d use it to toast my buns.

Yeah, well… I showed him. And his damn spoons.

She has a history of this sort of thing, too.

Back in 2006 I posted a couple of comic book panels in which Lois Lane gets spanked by a robot that looks like Superman:

Spanked By Superman’s Robot

Lois Lane’s Robot Spanking

Well, now I’ve found the entire comic book sequence from which these panels were taken. And there’s at least one more good spanking panel in the mix, so they are worth revisiting in larger cleaner formats:

Moral: scheming to marry Superman may be harmful to your posterior!

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• Early Superman, Spanking
• Spanked By A Man In A Tux

I love the pained facial expression and the pony tails on this Girls Boarding School cutiepie:

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This must have been a pretty good party, eh?

I just texted him to come over because I want to see if his hand fits the handprint bruise on my ass…..I feel like the cinderella of S&M

When a bottom’s well spanked, we guys all know to do what naturally comes next:

Image is from the Kami Tora fan club.

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The service at that new family-style Italian restaurant? It’s hard to beat.

But he managed.

Eliza Jane Black writes “Look what I found at the thrift store! Fun!”

Fun, indeed!

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Veronica would never put up with such a thing, but that’s why Betty wins in the end:

Via alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons.

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I think perhaps these two newlyweds-for-cash deserve each other:

“I’m quite satisfied that you don’t know the first thing about women and I’m going. Goodbye!”

She staggered back towards the door still clutching her little hat. She sat down on the floor with a bump. Automatically she put her hand on her face, but that side was completely numb from his terrific slap.

Too stunned to scream, she felt herself being lifted like a doll and placed carefully across his knee. He couldn’t mean to – to spank her! The fiend couldn’t get away with this! Not in the twentieth century!

But the fiend didn’t seem to recognize the century. Perhaps his magazine was undated.

With a precise gesture he threw her shirt over her head. She responded gallantly, twisting like a coil spring and seizing a handful of his hair. He grasped her wrist to free his hair and she levered herself up and sank her strong teeth in his arm. If he was a caveman, she would be a cannibal.

The struggle went on. She escaped from him, leaving most of her dress behind. She took off a shoe and threw it hard at him. He caught it in mid-air and dropped it to the floor. The other one came flying and the heel struck him above the eye. He chased her round the dressing table and over the bed. But in the confined space the hunt could not
go on forever.

She began to tire. He was indefatigable. This time there was no escape. His hand descended rythmically and undeniably upon her bare flesh. She squealed and wriggled and twisted but it was no use. Somehow it no longer seemed so shameful. She had been naughty and she was being beaten.

The stinging slaps, finding ever new places, were driving her out her guilt. A new unexpected sensation flooded her body. An inexplicable, half-comprehended wave of–could it be satisfaction?–flooded through her body. She went limp suddenly. Tears of relief and gratitude swept through her and escaped from her eyes.

“Please I will be good. Please I will be very good.”

He felt the change in her. With a skillful movement like an expert pancake maker he turned her over to face him. She looked up at him with a primitive look of adoration. With deliberation he raised her relaxed mouth to his and they exchanged a long, humid kiss. The he threw her lightly into the middle of the vast double bed. He stood up, yawned, and stretched his arms.

“I’m going down to get a drink. You stay where you are!” He closed the door after him with the decisive slam of ownership.

Another fine politically incorrect pulp fiction spanking from The Spank Statement, this time from a short story called The £50 Wife.

One of the many reasons that the “Teen Jessica” spanking photoshoots from Spanking Teen Jessica are endlessly popular with each new generation of spanko web surfers to hit the internet is that unlike most spanking models, she always manages to appear as if her punishment is genuinely excruciating and agonizing, and that she’s pissed off about it:

When your spanking model exudes suppressed mirth, it can sometimes be hard to get into whatever serious fantasy you might have. With Jessica, no such problem. Whatever else she may think of her spankings, you’re never at any risk of getting the impression she thinks they are funny.

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Every now and then you see a picture of an ass so sore, it takes your breath away just to look at it.

This is such a picture.

That’s a woman in no doubt whatsoever that she has been caned.

She seems awfully cheerful, considering how thoroughly whipped her bottom is getting with that leather whip:

Judging by the style alone, I’m going to say I think this is an illustration by Bill Ward. I found it on my hard drive in an old alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons download directory.

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So I found this cute little gem of a photograph:

At first I didn’t even notice that the whip was made out of electronics cables. Then I thought “That’s odd…” and I got curious about the photo. So I used the TinEye image search engine to search up a larger version. In the process, I got the story.

It turns out that an Austrian electronics company called Cosmos put out a series of fetish photos featuring their merch, in a somewhat successful effort to get some viral attention on the internet. I don’t know how much gear it sold — they went bankrupt last February — but it’s sure a pretty picture!

Go upstairs.

Go to our bedroom.

Take off your jeans.

Get on the bed.

Lie on your tummy.

Pull down your panties.

Wait for me.

Think about what you’ve done.

I’ll be up shortly.

Here’s a remarkably good spanking panel from the famous comic strip artist Zack Mosley:

Be sure to click for the large version.

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Two lines from the book they didn’t show in the movie, unless my memory is sadly defective:

One day he bought an outrageously expensive Kent of London hairbrush and beat me with it that evening. Its bruises persisted beyond all others.

Kim Basinger getting a hairbrush spanking, I would remember, surely?

Found at Hermione’s Heart.

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Want to see a well-beaten girl?

You know you do.

I love the proud expression on her face — like she’s surveying the carnage and thinking “I’m so tough!”

Folks, this post is for the mouth soaping enthusiasts. It’s got no spanking in it, at all. I know these punishments often go together, and the fetishes too — but not this time. Sorry about that.

In mitigation, though, I offer up this fact: this post is all about the single richest trove of mouthsoaping porn I’ve ever found. If you like mouthsoaping, you’ll love this post. Let’s get started. Girl, open up for the soap!

I found this stuff via ErosBlog. Specifically, via this post about an old Wired Pussy gallery featuring lesbian toilet sex. Nothing really there for Spanking Blog readers, except that I noticed a shot in the free gallery of Annie Cruz with a big white bar of soap jammed solidly in her mouth.

That got me curious, so I went looking. It turns out that the promo text for the photo shoot involved some discussion of Annie Cruz being a potty mouth and getting her mouth washed out with soap because of it. Interesting.

As you may know, you don’t need to subscribe to Kink.com sites to gain access to individual photoshoots from them; they have a site called KinkOnDemand where you can buy access to photoshoots individually. It’s kind of a good deal for older photoshoots like this one, which tend to be cheap; once you set up an account and buy some “Kinks” (the currency they use, roughly a buck, or a lot less if you buy ‘em in bulk), your account is debited when you buy a shoot. And here’s the nifty part: the shoot is added to your “library” and you gain access to it forever (or as long as Kink.com survives, I guess). You’re free to download all the pictures, but if you don’t (or if you lose them) you can go back any time later, and you still have access; the system remembers that you “own” that shoot and have permanent access to it.

So anyway, I had to go looking for this photoshoot. Found it, too. And it was only 7.27 Kinks, so I added it to my library.

And did it have more mouthsoaping pictures? Oh, yeah, baby! But you knew that; you’ve already seen the first one at the top of this post. In actual fact, it has lots of mouthsoaping pictures — about sixteen of them, plus one or two more of poor Annie spitting out bits of soap.

Here are two more of my favorites from the shoot:

You’ll have to buy the shoot to see the rest, but fortunately it’s not expensive.

In case you can’t swing that (and I don’t know about you, but the economy still sucks where I am) I’ve linked all three photos above to larger versions. So at least there’s that much.

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• Mouth Soaping

I’m not sure what these three wives did to earn collective punishment, but it must have been something pretty awesome and horrible. Otherwise, how did they wind up like this? Which is to say, naked, in a row, on the living room floor, asses in the air, with brown paper bags over their heads “for modesty”?

Meanwhile, their husbands are trimming hickory switches and conferring quietly. “Mutter mumble mutter 75 each? No grumble mutter 120 at least mutter mumble grumble…”

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I found this on alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.vintage, but something about the edges and the lighting makes me think it may be the work of a good collage artist. No matter:

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The thing about a good pulp-fiction spanking from the days before political correctness is that nobody worried about little things like assault charges. Woman bites man, man spanks woman, they’re both guilty of aggravated battery but hey! it’s just good dirty fun:

Her mouth trailed past the corner of my mouth and up to my cheek, and all of a sudden she bit me. Her teeth clamped on the fleshy part of my nose and dug in. I rid to shove her away. I couldn’t break the rip of those sharp teeth. I grabbed her shoulders and squeezed. She writhed, her body against mine, her breasts pressing against me through the silk. I squeezed her shoulders harder, hurting her as much as her teeth were hurting me. She yelled then with pain, and she lost her grip, and I shoved her away from me.

I stood rubbing my nose. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” I said. “you crazy?”

Lorraine was laughing as if this was the funniest thing that had ever happened. then she said, “I was trying to straighten your nose out for you,” and turned her back to me and picked up her glass.

How much could a man take? She admitted scheming to get me up here to her apartment and she was wearing nothing under the thin pyjamas. She steamed me up by unbuttoning my shirt and letting me caress her, but it was only to make fun of me. She told me to kiss her, but it was only so she could get her teeth on my nose and bite it and then made a nasty crack about it. A teaser. Did she think she was so good looking and so rich she could keep making fun of me? I knew what she needed.

I jumped at her. Her back was still turned to me. She was no lightweight, but neither was I, and I lifted her clean off her feet. The glass fell out of her hand. She tore at my hair as I carried her to the sofa.

Holding on to her, I dropped down on the sofa. She kept battling. I pulled her arm up behind her back towards her shoulder blades. She yelped and I said, “Lay still, then,” and the fight went out of her, but only for a moment. Her thrashing started again when I pulled her across my knees. a little more pressure on her arm quietened her. She twisted her head around and to my surprise the sparkle was still in her dark eyes as she looked up at me. She thought I was one big joke, but she wouldn’t think so for long.

“What do you imagine you’re going to do?” she said, her voice taunting.

I said, “Give you what you’ve been asking for” and I brought my open hand down hard on her deeply curved flesh over which her pyjamas trousers now stretched tightly.

Her scream sounded as if she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her legs kicked out.

“Don’t you dare!” she screamed.

I let her have another one. In it was everything she’d built up inside me. It sounded like a pistol shot and she bucked under my palm, her legs jerking out like they were pulled on strings. The silk was like nothing, like it had melted away, the ful spread of my hand going into the soft deep flesh. It must have hurt plenty because my palm stung.

“Stop, please!”

“Three…four…five” I heard myself counting out each one aloud, but she couldn’t hear me because she was howling, and across my knees she heaved and writhed, and she clawed at me with her free hand.

“Six…seven.” The embroidered dragon on her back was doing a dance like it was alive.

“Eight,” I said, and I was finished with her. I dumped her off me by standing up, and she hit the floor like a sack of flour. She rolled over on her side and stayed there on the floor, sobbing as she rubbed her stinging flesh.

I buttoned my shirt. My nose felt on fire and the palm of my hand tingled.

“You filthy ape!” she gasped. “Get out.”

“I’m on my way,” I said. I pulled my jacked off the chair. Carrying it over my arm. I started out.

“You ugly monster! she flung after me. “You and your crooked nose. I’m sorry I didn’t bite it off.”

This has been another of the pop-culture spanking finds for which The Spank Statement is so justly famous.

It looks like rough and ready judicial punishment for our unjustly-accused serving maid. The caning bench and tears will define her afternoon, and a purple ass, her next few days:

By now loyal fans will recognize the work of Lupus.

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• Cherry Torn On A Spanking Bench
• Handcuffed To The Spanking Bench
• Community Birching From Kinky Delight
• Punishing The Housemaids
• Serving Girls Chained And Caned

If you’re familiar with the ancient genre of jokes about the legendary thrift of the Scottish people, you’ll see the punchline of this story coming a mile a way. Still funny, though:

The man married the curviest girl in the office, and all his mates envied him. In particular, an unmarried young Scot, who said one day: “You ken, I’d give you a hundred pounds to smack the pretty bottom of you wee wife o’yours.”

Smith was furious, and went home raging to his wife about it. But the wife had Scots blood too, and she said: “You know, the furniture isn’t paid for, and I could do with a fur coat, what’s a few smacks on the bottom?”

Finally, she wore her husband down, and he was forced to tell Jock that is was on for him to smack the wife’s bare bottom for one hundred pounds, but only on terms. The husband was to be there, and no funny business.

So the three were in a suburban bedroom, the blushing wife removed her panties and bent over… Jock threw her skirt up and gently stroked her, saying “What beautiful curved, what pinkness, what dimples, what firmness…” and all the time rubbing and stroking, while the husband was nearly in hysterics. When Jock suddenly produced a flash camera and took a photo, the husband yelled, “Get on, get on and smack it or else the deal’s off!”

“Ooh no” said Jock, “I could not bring myself to smack such a beautiful bottom as this one, and besides, it would cost me a hundred pounds if I did!”

One of the many gems I have raided from the Chross Forums lately.

I had to grin at the excellent lecturing introduced by this punishment spanking description from Bonnie-Jo:

“Come here and get over those pillows.” I lay down, embarrassed again at the picture I made, bottom raised high in the air, completely helpless. He stood to my right, and I squinted up at him as he warned, “You are to stay still this time. No squirming around, back and forth. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I said as I gasped at the reality, the potential for pain that lay ahead. In an attempt to obey well, I placed my hands above my head, held onto the pillow above me, burying my face in it, willing my body to relax, to stay still no matter what. Please be lenient, my mind begged him. But part of it was begging for the opposite—hurt me, please, I want to prove that I’m sorry.

I did a fairly good job at staying still. Some squirming, but mainly up or down, not twisting and turning and attempting to dodge the blows like I knew I had done in the corner. His right hand was light and warm on my lower back. It was merely there to center me, not to hold me there, and I knew it. I had to hold myself still, all on my own.

He was lecturing away as he let the strap fall. I gasped and whimpered, and when asked a question gave the appropriate “Yes” and “No” and “Yes, Sir.”

“Is this serious, Bonnie-jo?”

“Yes, Sir!” I whimpered.

The strap came down on my lower thigh, and I let out a soft howl. “No.” He replied. “No, this is not serious.”

“Yes, it is.” I argued, red-faced, squinting up at him. “This is serious!” If he thinks I’m not taking this seriously, I’m in so much trouble, I thought.

“No, Bonnie-jo.” He stopped the strap. I breathed slower. Confused. “This is an ass-whipping. This is not serious.” He began the strokes again, speaking between and around the sounds of the strapping. “What is serious is what you did…”