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Spanking Blog Archive for June, 2011


Caned Across Her Thighs

I’ve wished for more than a decade that Kink.com would someday decide to make a website devoted to spanking and corporal punishment, rather than just including it as short interludes in broader fetish content. But, so far, no joy.

Which does not mean they don’t produce some delicious images. For example: This bondage caning.

The girl is Sophie Monroe from The Training of O, and you can see more in this pics-and-video set.

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Spanking Tumble Of The Day #9

This is the simplest of photos: just one nice pair of lightly-whipped tits. Welts, nicely red. No cuts, no blood, nothing too severe. But fun!

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Caned In Stockings

This vintage caning pic is notable for the awesome stockings she’s wearing:

vintage caning

Via UseNet.

Spankings Will Continue…

…until HIS morale improves!

crying girl gets a spanking while she works on his dick

Artist is Milo Manara; via Kinky Delight.

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Whips And Canes And Paddles, Discounted

Just a quick note:

The Stockroom is having its annual 4th Of July sale right now, and that means heavy discounts on this nice assortment of impact toys, including whips, canes, crops, and paddles. Relevant to our interests? I’d say so!

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Paddling Rosaleen

So, I was rummaging my hard drive when I came across this screen cap from one of the classic Rosaleen Young spanking movies:

rosaleen young paddled

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Spanking Tumble Of The Day #8

A nice red bottom in this Tumblr pic — and the tip of the belt hitting her pussy? Bonus!

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Good Training

“And now, my dear, it’s time for your posture and deportment lesson…”

leashed and blindfolded and corrected with a stingy little whip

Picture is from an old old issue of Hustler’s Taboo.

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Breast Whipping

This looks like it is about to hurt:

bound and gagged woman getting her tits whipped

It’s from Sex And Submission.

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Red Assed Chastity

It’s been awhile since I posted any Kami Tora spanking art:

kami tora caning art with chastity belt

Now that’s a caned bottom!

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Spanking Tumble Of The Day #7

My oh my, doesn’t this girl look sore?

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Spanked And Facing The Wall

facing the wall after her spanking

This is from Real Spankings via Kinky Delight.

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Spanking Fine Art: Goya

Chross has found a gem in this winner-spanks-the-loser catfight drawing by the famous Spanish painter Francisco de Goya:

girl fight goya

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The Spanking Robot Is IN

This yummy robotic spanking machine art is by Andy from Andy’s Dames:

spanking robot machine

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Madonna’s Spankable Ass

Any fans of Madonna out there? Well, I know there’s at least one, because he sent me this small view of her ass, which he characterizes (I think rightly) as very spankable:

spankable Madonna

Apparently the photo is by Paul Gautier and dates from when she was being fitted with costumes for the Blonde Ambition tour.

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Red Side Or Black Side?

Hermione found a good sale on ping pong paddles at Canadian Tire:

I was intrigued by the different colour and texture of the rubber on each side, and wondered if I would feel a difference.

Later, Ron enjoyed the lovely loud sound it made when it connected with my bottom. But neither of us could discern any real difference between the black and the red side.

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Spanked In Argyle Socks

This is from a California Star Productions spanking movie clip that I saw in the spanking section at YezzClips:

otk spanking in cute socks

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Whipping Drawings, 1938

I have seen all of the whipping drawings in this set before, but never until now did I have any info on provenance. According to Heart and Soul, they are by Eitenne Le Rallic, and first appeared in the 1938 spanking novel La Volupte du Fouet by Armand du Loup, writing as R. Fanny.

whipping art, vintage

It’s Switching Night!

She’s had a bad week. And he’s been keeping a little list of every snarl, foot-stomping, and petty bitchiness. Tonight’s the night she pays for all — and then she’s being sent to bed without any supper.

bedtime punishment with the switch

Does anybody know where this picture comes from? I found it here.

Update: Commenter Desjardins has recognized it as a photo from Her First Punishment. Thanks!

“California Style” And “English Style” Caning

I haven’t heard these names before, but I definitely recognize the distinction Pandora is talking about here:

Our friend Zille recently referred to “California style” caning in her blog, by contrast with the English style. I’d found the distinction fascinating, and mentioned it to Tom. If the English style is a small number of very hard strokes, with pauses in between, then the Californian style is a rhythmic sequence of rapid strokes, starting tantalisingly light but building to a burning intensity.

We’ve played like this before, but never in a deliberate, extended way. Those initial bouncing taps are more or less the recommended way of introducing a new player to the pleasure of the cane, and I leaned back into them, hungry for more impact. The regular rhythm made it easy to relax, knowing what was coming next. As the sensation accumulated, my breathing slowed. My reactions seemed to ebb and flow; beginning with soft moans, slipping into sharper yelps and hisses as the impact increased, then relaxing again as I adjusted to the new intensity and my body accepted it. I slipped into a meditative state, the sensations shifting between pain and pleasure and back again.

This trance state is, in some ways, the holy grail of play for me: the calm space where new and harder impact only makes me sigh quietly, absorbing the energy, delighting in it.

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Turnabout Can Be Fair Play

Risky business, but fun when it works. Here’s Tiny Miranda, turning the tables:

On the Tuesday, after we had had dinner, we sat, lazily, in front of the telly, watching whatever was on it. I decided that this was so boring so I wanted to cheer us up a bit. I got the hairbrush and simply told the red haired woman that it was time for a spanking. As she looked at me, I knew she wasn’t sure exactly what I meant, but that when I sat down in the sofa and tapped my knees she knew.

She is the spanker and she is the one calling the shots in our home, so there was a moment when it could have backfired. She might have told me she didn’t fancy it and given me a spanking instead. I was, actually, a little nervous when she smiled a strange smile and crawled over and put herself in my lap.

‘You are forgetting something,’ I said, strengthened by my success.

‘What could that be?’

‘Don’t get smart, now, you know what I mean.’

‘Do I?’

‘Spankings are always delivered on the…’

‘…Bare.’

‘Right! So, what does it mean, my dear red haired friend?’

‘You are actually telling me to take my trousers down?’

‘Not only your trousers.’

‘I guess it’s only logical.’

Logic is important to Felicia. She sighed and unbuttoned her jeans and then she pulled them down along with her knickers.

Then I spanked her. I have done it before, but I am not a good spanker. I started out a little meekly, scared of hurting her(!). It is true, I did, but that only lasted a moment. Then I thought that a spanking actually hurts, and that the very reason for spanking someone is to make it hurt.

It was much more fun after that. You may think I am a mean person, now, and maybe I am, but it was, kind of, fun. I didn’t hurt her a lot, just enjoyed smacking her fair bottom with the hairbrush that so often has descended on my own unprotected skin.

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Marry The Girl Already

Bondage Blog’s indelicate (but so sensible!) sentiment of the day goes as follows:

When the girl you’ve tied to a pole and spanked is dripping this much pussy juice? I say you should marry her!

Bath Brush Buyers

Hey, look what Dioneo found in the The Body Shop’s annual report:

bath brush buyers

Next I want to see stats from the riding crop industry on how many riding crops never see a horse!

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The Joys Of Punishment

Here’s Not An Odalisque on the joys of punishment spankings:

The first memorable crime for which I was punished was forgetting to have my car MOTed and taxed. It was a small oversight, and one I rectified as soon as I noticed it, albeit months later than technically required. I was overjoyed to realise I’d got away with it without stern talks, fines or prison sentences. HH wasn’t quite as joyous as I was. He thought my carelessness should be punished with twelve strokes, implement unspecified. There was talk of the paddle.

I hate the paddle. Nothing that inflicts pain gives me warm fuzzy feelings, but some inspire more fear than others. Straps and tawses are almost in the ‘like’ column. Canes have their special place, as they leave such lovely marks. Paddles don’t. Paddles don’t even get classified because I’m too busy squealing. My ability to manage twelve hard paddle strokes was uncertain, and before I even arrived, I accrued another thirteen for failing to make travel arrangements in advance. I knew this had caused inconvenience and felt suitably guilty, but also confused, as my bad relationship with time makes such arrangements difficult and dangerous. I trod a difficult line between remorse and defensiveness.

Twenty-five strokes? Twenty-five of anything, in one go, was beyond me; I’m a self-confessed wimp. With Emma Jane’s admonishments to take limits seriously ringing in my ears, I resolved to clarify his intentions, and make a dignified refusal if it sounded like too much. I attempted that conversation three times. Every time I felt my tone sliding into petulance and wheedling. I wanted to talk like a grown up, but the more frustrated I got, the more childish I sounded, and his tone remained eminently reasonable.

He’d start with the twelve MOT strokes and decide whether to administer the rest directly after that, or the next day. I was terrified. So terrified that when I was offered a warm-up spanking it was beyond my capacity to make a decision, which meant that I went without. I was bent over and told to count. It was difficult. The first three or four went by quickly, but then he swapped to another cane and the pain of each stroke made me shriek. I didn’t just cry, I sobbed and screamed. The only thing that kept me in place was the fact that the half-way mark (a red, livid welt) was behind me. Surely I could hold out until the end? It was a close thing. I mixed up ten and eleven, gasping out the right number after a frenzied scrabble through my mind. I didn’t manage an ounce of bravery. When the twelfth stroke fell I cried harder, in pain and relief.

Memories Of The Janus Store

I never got to visit the place, but the Janus store in London was famous. Here’s Abel reminiscing about one of his visits:

I have fond memories, too, of visiting the shop more recently with kinky female friends and watching the confused, nay even panicked, looks on some of the customers’ faces (“There’s a woman in here! She’s young! And attractive!” … and, in some cases… “And she’s on the cover of that magazine I was just looking at!”). And then there was the American friend – a student, staying with us – who asked a chap behind the counter, “What does a girl need to do to get spanked round here?” and was told, “Come back at 6pm and come into the back room with me.” A caning duly ensued!

Ready For Her Spanking

Did I say “ready”? Nay, more like eager:

vintage photo showing a girl eager to be spanked

From alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.vintage.

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Nicely Whipped Bottom In Bondage

Lou Kagan whipped bondage heroine

Art is by Lou Kagan, via Bondage Blog.

Holding Her Hair

The bondage isn’t enough…he’s got to have a hand on her hair to keep her bottom exactly where he plans the whip to land.

woman held by her hair during her whipping

Via Kinky Delight.

Spanking Tumble Of The Day #6

A well-whipped bottom on a nice soft cushioned ottoman. Sounds comfy, right?

Well, maybe it would be, if it weren’t for all the snow.

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Caning Paula Meadows

Paula Meadows, who did a great many spanking and caning illustrations for Janus magazine and other publications, is shown here “in the flesh” getting a caning from the editor of Janus. Nifty!

Paula Meadows caned by the editor of Janus

Thanks also to Chross for the link.

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BottomSeek: 400 Members And Growing!

Was it really only in February that I told you about Bethie’s new BottomSeek male spanking personals/community project?

Well, yesterday she told me she passed the 400 member mark, and today as I type this it’s already 412.

That may not sound like a huge number, but the hard part of starting any sort of online community is getting the first few hundred members. At first, when there’s nobody there, there’s nothing to stick around for, no reason to hang out and participate. But once you get some people on board, now there’s fun to be had.

Frankly I never expected that BottomSeek would grow so rapidly during this first hard “getting to critical mass” phase. But the world of male spankees and the people who spank them is a niche not well served by other dating sites, and the reception BottomSeek has been getting is very warm. If it’s relevant to your interests, you should definitely check it out!

Coming To Terms With Her Spanking Fetish

This story is two years old, but somehow I missed it:

First Time For Everything: Getting Spanked

Jessica Wakeman writes:

My first spanking was at my 16th birthday party. My guy friends tackled me on the kitchen floor and took turns giving me 16 spanks. And maybe one for good luck. I don’t remember. Once freed, I was livid. I was mortified.

And I was totally turned on.

My sex drive proved mightier than my hang-ups and spanking became a main course of my sex life—albeit a shameful one—in college. By day, I was a women’s studies minor, wrote a weekly feminist column for the student newspaper, and was president of the National Organization of Women on campus. By night, I really, really, really just wanted to be spanked. And I was, by a few different guys who, to varying degrees, were down with giving me spankings.

What makes this article most interesting to me, however, is the way she finally comes to terms with her fetish, as so many people ultimately fail to do:

I finally feel comfortable choosing to be submissive in a relationship with a man in the bedroom, as long as he is choosing to behave in a dominant way and he respects me outside of the bedroom. My love of a good spanking is not a conflict for me anymore. In fact, I respect myself more than I ever did for knowing exactly what pleases me and not being afraid to ask for it.

It took me far too many years to realize that it wasn’t very feminist of me to police my own sexuality, to label it “good for feminism” or “bad for feminism.” It is what it is! After I saw “Milk,” the movie about gay rights activist Harvey Milk, I decided I wanted to be someone who completely owns her sexuality, even if it’s not mainstream. I’m not ashamed anymore, and I don’t have to pussyfoot around asking for what I really want: I absolutely have to be submissive and spanked often, if not all the time, in order to enjoy sex.

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Stripped For Punishment

Poor girl. If she thinks this is a humiliating moment, wait until she sees how they fix her when it’s time for her caning.

shy girl naked before her punishment

From this gallery at Lupus Spanking.

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