Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

From a book called Passion’s Vinyard, via Spank Statement:

I sat down on the bench, I flung her over my lap, I hoisted up the white antiseptic skirt and the whiter slip underneath it, and there was a bottom ideally made for spanking. Spacious, jouncy, sheathed with a white satin-elastic pantie girdle, and the tabs clung to her white stockings as if they loved her legs so much they’d never let go.

“You stop that, or I’ll have you sent to jail for life, you filthy swine you! Who do you think you are to treat me this way?” she yelled at me, straining to get loose. I clamped my right leg over her calves,

I grabbed one of her wrists with my left hand, and I raised my right hand and I let her have the hardest spank she’d probably ever had in all her life, flattening down the plump right cheek of her behind and letting it spring up again. She let out a yowl that would have passed muster for a wildcat, and she tried to throw herself off my lap. I wasn’t having any. My hand rose and fell over her big backside with satisfying, noisy whacks until she stopped cursing and screaming and threatening me and began to sob and finally to yell, “Oh my God, you’re killing me, please stop it, stop it! For God’s sake, give me a chance to talk!”

I let up after about forty wallops, and I rudely shoved her onto the floor. She fell on all fours like a cat, and she shook her head several times as if dazed, and the tears were streaming down her face, and then she put one hand back to her bottom and began to massage it carefully, while she looked back at me and sobbed,

“You big overgrown bastard, you bully you!”

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Abel, in conference with Haron, recently wrote up a comprehensive safety tip-sheet for the benefit of a woman who was planning to meet up for the first time with a potential top she’d encountered online. This is more detailed, and perhaps even more careful, than many such lists of advice, but it strikes me as worth a look if you think you might find yourself in such a situation.

Contrary to how it may appear, I’m fairly sure that is not Rachel Maddow delivering the leather strap punishment to this poor girl’s palm:

Screencap is from a Her First Punishment video.

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Kneeling on little hard round dried beans or peas: it’s a sure way to make a sorry girl even sorrier!

From Lupus.

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This is artwork by Pichard:

Via alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons.

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Here’s one very busy — but happy! — man:

Via Vintage Lust.

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I’ve long been of the opinion that people who successfully manage complex poly arrangements are playing at a very high level. From my peripheral observations of a few such, it’s possible but not easy — like, say, crossing a crowded room with a tray of filled beverage glasses balanced on your head. While people throw frozen grapefruit at you.

However, there are certain countervailing structural advantages. As in, for example, the situation where the four of you are hanging out but the two guys don’t seem to be fully into the spirit of the moment. That does not leave the ladies devoid of options for inspiration, as Pandora explains here:

Jacq and Tom spent last weekend here at D’s place, and I luxuriated in having my three play partners together at once for the first time since my memorable birthday foursome. The fact that Jacq is getting involved with all three of us independently to one extent or another is one of the most magical things about my connection with her. This is how polyamory works best for me: when it’s as joined-up as possible.

As well as chilling and just enjoying hanging out with the group, I wanted to take advantage of having everyone together to indulge in some play. We were pretty tired after a late night and neither of my men seemed about to initiate anything, but nonetheless I decided that someone was getting spanked this weekend, and enticed Jacq over my knee.

Needless to say, the gentlemen eventually rediscovered some of their mojo!

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OK, who doesn’t want to read about a cheerleader getting a belt spanking? Bueller? Anybody?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Bondage Blog found a spanked cheerleader in some old porn prose:

“She screamed as a leather strap landed firmly on her ass…”

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Only person who can fix this is Grandpa:

Via Kaya.

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You can get more spanking done in a day (and it will be more effective!) if you divide up the work. One person does the actual spanking, while another handles the lecturing:

Image credit: Whipped Ass

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I guess this was the inevitable consequence of How Not To Waste Your Gym Membership:

In Which Mija Realizes That “My Mom” Is Not Likely To Be Acknowledged As A Safeword

From the Russian movie Of Freaks And Men. Thanks, Serenity!

This looks like a handy position to administer the birch — but how can she hold that off-balance handstand for long enough to be useful?

Some couples have a weekly date night. Other couples, they have a weekly whipping night. Guess which kind of pairing this girl is in?

From Spanking Server.

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Something about the historical context of this school birching artwork reminded me of a notion that’s always puzzled me. In the real world (I’m not talking about our kinky fun times now) why do authoritarians talk about imposing “discipline” on people when the trait you actually get from consistent punishment for infractions of rule sets is “compliance” or “obedience”? Discipline, rightly understood, is a virtue of self-control and individual initiative; by contrast, obedience is a survival skill of the powerless. (The difference: discipline is useful for accomplishing a person’s own goals, while obedience is entirely about what other people want.) When the Victorians (to pick just one bad example) claimed that school punishment or military floggings instilled discipline, were they knowingly telling a euphemistic lie to pretty up the fact that they were just beating obedience into powerless people? Or were they actually confused about what they were doing and accomplishing?

A good caning story:

“Turn around,” she says. I obey. I feel her fingers brush over my bottom, resting momentarily on the places where the cane had struck. “Bend over the arm again, young lady. Let’s see if we can’t improve things…”

Her next two strokes are lower down, virtually the tops of my legs. I feel the vindictiveness in them, sense her smug satisfaction at their strategic placement. Her breathing quickens. Her gloating eyes feast on my mounting shame.

She pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. I wonder what the skin of my bottom looks like — scarlet striped maybe, or just displaying an even pinkish glow? The thought is humiliating, but at the same time exciting.

I feel her hand slip across my backside again, her fingers lingering here and there, pressing on the skin.

“Warming up a bit?” she says, and I nod meekly in agreement. By this time I feel the liquid running from me. I am shamefully — no… shamelessly, that’s it – shamelessly wet.

Once again I hear the rattan whistle, followed by the sharp crack of cane on flesh which echoes around the hard cold walls and the tall ceiling. She gives me the sixth and final one squarely across both cheeks. The weird thing is, instead of smarting pain I get a delicious tingling sensation that commutes itself to my crotch — like a gentle current of low voltage
electricity. There is definite venom in this last stroke. This time I shriek like a cat that’s just had its paw trodden on. It is as much through pleasure as pain.

The headmistress yanks my hair, spitefully and says, “Shush, girl, control yourself!”

“But it hurt so, Miss.” True enough; but it is also stimulating and uplifting.

“Then I hope that will give you cause for thought, my girl.”

From Barbara’s Fantasy by Trevor.

It’s just an animated .gif with a few frames.

I wish it was more!

( spare Tumblr link )

It’s possible I’ve been at this spanking blogging project too long — 8.5 years, really? Because I’d swear I blogged this picture before, only I can’t find it in my own archives. So, maybe not:

How much worse, do you suppose, her punishment would have been, if he’d lifted her skirt with the tip of that cane and discovered she wasn’t wearing her panties?

Found here.

Chris talks about his first time giving spankings, during a kinky Monopoly game:

We’d planned out a game of spanking Monopoly as a way to break the ice: both Raven and T had been spanked before, but I had never spanked anyone beyond the single yardstick swat above. After dinner, they went to change and came back wearing thin jersey-type shorts. I can’t remember which one got it first, but during the course of the game, both young lady’s went over my lap several times and got the seats of their shorts warmed. There were several memorable moments, including when I was spanking Raven with a long-handled bathbrush and the head suddenly snapped off and flew across the room, almost breaking a lamp.

I’m not entirely sure why beyond my shyness and lack of experience at the time, but the shorts stayed up through the game until the very end when Raven landed on Boardwalk, which I owned and had placed a hotel on. Since the default for this was rather high, I offered her the choice to drop her shorts and take a smaller number of swats. Next thing I knew, her bare bottom was across my lap, and I was almost too nervous to properly spank her, but a few minutes later she was standing back up and rubbing her buns.

I’ve never looked at a Monopoly board quite the same way since.

Those evil plutocrat landlords! The things they’ll do to the sweet and innocent tenants…

Here are a few tender scenes with a bamboo cane, from Biking To Hell via the Dofantasy rough sex-comics people:

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Here’s a study in contrasting bottoms, via The Upper Floor:

Found here.

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While I was out rooting around and playing in oil, I discovered this nifty set of rules for a game Poppy calls Corner Time Blackjack. Basically, what to do when you’re nose-in-corner and want some more emphatically negative attention:

As you know Black Jack is a game where one must get cards as close as possible to twenty one without going over, if you go over you go bust or in other words, you lose.

Your first job is to pick a number – I suggest go low. Let us imagine you pick “three.”

You must now try to get three warnings of admonishments without further sanction. Threats of sanctions do not count. Here is an insight into how the game may be played.

Innocent girl (henceforth to be known as IG) is in the corner, in position, hands behind her back, skirt tucked up, knickers at mid thigh, and nose in the corner.

Nefarious man (henceforth to be known as NM) is sitting elsewhere in the room, maybe at his computer or pinning butterflies to a board.

IG cannot see NM for obvious reasons. Sometimes NM may glance at her but she will not know when that is.

IG has picked a number, in this case, as discussed earlier she has picked three.

Slowly she allows her skirt to creep down her legs. She does this tiny bit at a time, no great drop, or obvious change. She must be aiming for not being caught because if she lacks subtlety in her ingenious game then her bottom is forfeit. I did not warn you that the stakes are high but indeed they are…

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Some requests are hard to satisfy, but this one is easy:

( Via )

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What’s really going through her mind during a spanking? In most cases, it’s hard to know. But MynxGrrl has provided a handy translation guide. Its general applicability is uncertain, but with good data like this, progress in the field can be made:

What you see: Lots of squirming and maybe even my trying to worm away and off your lap.
What I’m thinking: Grab me tighter!

What you hear: Ow, ow, please stop!
What I’m thinking: Ow, mmm, ow, please don’t stop!!!

What you do: Hook a finger in the waistband of my knickers.
What I say: Noooooooooooooo! Please don’t!
What I mean: Fuck, I hope I didn’t soak through them. I hope there is no visible wetness. That’s even more embarrassing *cunt twitch*

Anybody who’s ever paid for a membership in a gym knows how they take your money. They sign you up for a nice long membership when your intentions are good, and then they bill you every month whether you ever show up at their facility, or not. And you, despite your best intentions, eventually (sooner or later, and too often it’s “sooner”) encounter complications … because what is life without a swarm of besetting complications? And before you know it, you’re paying a fat bill every month for … nothing. And most people keep paying out of guilt, because they “mean to” get back to it. They take personal responsibility for the economic loss, and don’t think to blame the folks who deliberately set up a business model that’s designed around preying on the complexities and setbacks of modern life.

No matter. I think @eltercerojo has hit upon a way to make this model work for her:

At my request (dear god!) so I stop wasting $49pm, @paulatnorthgare has promised me 49 cane strokes any week I don’t get to the gym 3X.

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…to keep a girl quiet during her riding crop spanking! As Pandora Blake knows:

She took them very well, kneeling with bottom nicely presented while she gripped the headboard of my bed. I enjoy her reactions – not a lot of noise and fuss, but some lovely wriggling and grimacing as she processes the pain. As we were on about number four, D knocked on the bedroom door and ended up watching me give the final two.

Afterwards I had the pleasure of seeing her take her jeans down and reveal the results of my labours. The stripes were lovely – as was the confidence boost of knowing I’d judged the strength about right even through her jeans.

I invited D to take over, but he had other ideas… which kept Jacq’s mouth full and left her bottom available to me. I wasn’t complaining. I took the opportunity to distract her in several ways, one of which involved swapping to the heavier crop.

If you’ve ever been on the wrong side of a rapidly-advancing wildfire, you’ll know that

1. It’s no laughing matter; and
2. The people who set wildfires don’t get punished nearly enough, even when they go to prison.

Old Smokey, though, he understands!

Cropped from a cartoon by Wolfie.

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