Spanking Blog Archive for April, 2003


Your Daily Politically Correct Spanking Limerick

A PETA protester named Heather
told her master “No toys made of leather!”
As he spanked her cute ass
He said “Don’t worry, lass,
I’ll go buy me a whip made from… pleather.”

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A Literary Spanking

An unfriendly little wager about Hemingway goes badly for one of the wagerers:

Helen’s face was bright red as she reluctantly lay over my lap. “Comfortable?” I asked sarcastically, my hand resting on her bottom. A gasp escaped her as I jerked her skirt up and folded it back over her waist. A small triumphant feeling ran through me as I examined her plump bottom in white cotton panties with stockings. “Stockings without a garter belt?” I mocked, and she shuddered as my hand gently caressed her thighs. “How thoroughly modern of you, Helen, is it the Paris influence?”

“What if my aunt comes down?” she croaked, ignoring my jibe.

“Then it will be very embarrassing for you. Lift up,” I instructed and hooked my fingers in the top of her underwear.

“What are you doing?” Helen shrieked.

“A spanking is not acceptable on underwear, my dear,” I laughed, “it must be received on bare skin, it’s the done thing. Lift up so I can pull down those frightful panties.”

“Catherine,” she moaned in a small protest and I gave her bottom a small slap.

“Up!” The panties came down and I smiled down at her plump white bottom. The first slap caught her by surprise and Helen shrieked. She kicked her feet a little with the second and third slap, her bottom wobbling slightly with the exertion and I admired the red marks my hand had left.

Helen was moaning slightly with the fourth, fifth and sixth slaps, the noise of my palm connecting with her skin loud in the room. Her legs kicked through the seventh and eighth slaps, her breathing loud and ragged and I slowly caressed her burning bottom with my hand.

“I think you’re enjoying this,” I murmured, my hand making little circles on her bare skin. “I think you enjoy being over my knee, your skirt up and panties down. Don’t you?” I demanded in a louder voice, my hand smacking down for the ninth time.

“Yes,” she moaned in a guttural tone, her eyes clenched shut in anticipation of the tenth slap. It was the hardest so far; my hand stung and the noise cracked through the room as Helen stiffened, moaning loudly. In quick succession, I spanked her another five times as she writhed on my lap, small tears rolling down her cheeks as she moaned.

I could smell her arousal; a deep musky perfume hung over us as my finger easily slipped inside her…

From The Hemingway Dialogue by Natalie Nessus.

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The Electric Kool-Aid Spanking Spoon

Here they are: The promised pictures of the Kool-Aid Spanking Spoon from Costco. And get this: the spoon changes color as it warms up.

koolaid spanking spoon

koolaid spanking spoon detail

I bet this would leave some interesting marks if wielded with a sufficiently steady hand….

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Jane’s Calamity

Here’s a neat bit of spanking art from Endart:

Jane's Calamity by Endart

College Girls Get the Tawse

A little judicial punishment from the British Isles, as three rowdy young college ladies get the tawse and the cane from an entirely unsympathetic public employee:

I picked up the tawse, and moved to her left side. Holding the handle in my right hand, and the other end in my left, I draw my arms upwards, holding the tawse out before moving my left hand away and arcing it down across the her backside. She yelped — whether through the shock of the blow, or the pain that must by now be starting to radiate out across her behind, I didn’t know. I looked with satisfaction at the red outline that the tawse had formed — perfectly horizontal, right across the centre of her buttocks. Very good, I thought to myself: practice clearly does make perfect.

The other thing about the first stroke, of course, was the impact it would have on those waiting on the other side of the door. Up to that point, they had doubtless been straining to hear the conversation, wondering whether they would be in for a “workshop or a whipping”, as I termed it. Well, they would know now, all right.

I liked to deliver the second and third strokes in quick succession, aiming them directly on top of one another, below the first mark. With young Samantha, these were beauties, and she let out a cry of surprise as the third stroke descended. Her breathing was deep now – trying to keep control; trying not to give in to the ever-increasing pain.

I paused, making sure the effects of the previous strokes had had their full effect, and building the tension in the room as the girl braced herself for the next blow, not sure when it would land. And then: a beauty. Low down. Hard. Very satisfying: I do like the sound of the tawse as it cracks across its target. And a real sob from the young offender, as the blow struck home.

From Serving Her Majesty by Abel Jenkins.

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After Her Whipping

Here’s a submissive kneeling on the bed displaying her marks after her whipping:

slavegirl kneels on bed displaying her welts

Lovely!

Complex BDSM Relationships

For the most part on this blog I hide behind excerpts of other people’s writing, providing only snarky introductions and very thin snippets of commentary. Despite my interest in spanking and some other BDSM topics, the strange and complex ways people actually work these into their lives is often hard to understand. It’s always fascinating, but I don’t often have much to add.

Case in point: here’s an account of a spanking that takes place inside a relationship of obvious strength. Even though both parties clearly have desires that fall within the general realm of kink, it should come as no surprise that the typical human mismatch of desires and fetishes remains a problem. Love just ain’t easy, folks:

That evening, he promised me a spanking for leaving the house angry, although he was at the door yelling after me as I was huffily getting into the car – perspective, perspective. At bedtime, said spanking didn’t materialize.

I debated whether to mention it to him … torn between “I shouldn’t have to tell him!!” and “I really do want a spanking” and “heck, I don’t deserve a spanking, he was wrong!!!”, with the first choice resounding louder and louder in my head, but I did tell him and his response was laughter and what seemed like pity. I really didn’t like how that felt. He spanked me a few times, halfheartedly, it seemed, and afterwards made a comment about noise level. I snarkedly make a crack about closing the bedroom door and progressed to “it’s ok, you’re not really into discipline, I understand that.”. I didn’t mean it as manipulation, just a statement of “truth by shimmer”. But, it brought out the hairbrush for a few good hard smacks that left me resentedly excited, that sexual excitement that happens when your body betrays you, despite your resentful mindset. Master was aroused at my response to the brush and proceeded to use me sexually, thankfully allowing me to orgasm several times. It felt like release, pure and simple, and that was a good thing.

But the truth of the matter is that Master isn’t a disciplinarian. That’s not a judgement, it’s just a fact, it’s neither good nor bad. It just is. His desire is for me to obey him, without him having to enforce my obedience.

From this entry over at Shimmerings.

*sniff*

Halley Suitt wanted a blog spanking. What’s more, she deserved it and she planned to enjoy it.

So what did she do? She linked to some dumb ol’ book on Amazon instead of to me.

I’m crushed, simply crushed. *sob*

What’s that? Why, no, I…I don’t have any reason to think she knows I exist. Your point would be?

Unholy Army of Catholic Schoolgirls

catholic schoolgirl and her paddle
Here’s Emalee, the disturbingly cute mascot of the “Unholy Army of Catholic Schoolgirls“.


With her paddle by her side.

If you go to the site and click on her, you can go to a cool flash page where you can swap her into (and out of!) all sorts of outrageous outfits.

Alas, the paddle never moves.

And don’t forget, if you are a disturbed, punked out Catholic school girl, the Unholy Army wants YOU!

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A Foxtrot Spanking

Here’s Roger Foxtrot going all caveman on the ass of his lovely, naked, and handcuffed wife Andy, while a jealous Paige looks on:

Foxtrot spanking cartoon

No doubt Paige is busily dreaming up some punishable teen mischief that will put her over Daddy’s knee….

Pomlazka — The Czech Whips

Remember the Czech Easter whippings?

According to this, the whips are called “pomlazka” and look like this:

easter-whips

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Spanking Good Fun at Costco

Hey, folks, do you need a good little vicious spanking spoon? I just saw your favorite spankee’s least favorite spanking spoon at Costco. For about seven dollars they have a variety pack consisting of three plastic tubs of Koolaid — and an included “Mad Scientist” stirring spoon. It’s of good size with a long handle for getting to the bottom of the pitcher — or whatever — and made of that hard kitchen vinyl, with the face of the smiling Koolaid guy done in cutouts. Mouth, nose, eyes, and eyebrows, for a total of six diversely shaped holes. Cheerful and mean at the same time, how can you beat that?

If I can find my digital camera, I’ll post a picture here in a few days.

A Medieval Public Birching

This fetching lass appears quite unhappy with her lot:

nude woman gets a public birching

And no wonder, that birch has done a number on her rear end, and she’s not been left a stitch of clothing for modesty. I wonder what offense she’s being punished for. Is she an adulteress? A harlot? A thieving chambermaid?

I’m guessing this is artwork by Paula Meadows.

2012 update: Yup, it’s Paula’s work, it was in Janus #32, and here’s a much better scan, complete with hi-res if you click through:

public birching art

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Sing Spanking Praise to the Heavens

“Brethren and sistren, can I get an Amen?”

Here’s a spanking good verse to the classic hymn “On Our Way Rejoicing.” It goes something like this:


On our way rejoicing,
As we homeward move,
Going for our spankings,
Bottom warmed with love.
Is there grief or sadness?
Mine it cannot be!
Lying there unpantied,
O’er your kindly knee!

Credit where credit is due: I found this posted by Kilahara on this thread at an excellent free spanking discussion and story board I just discovered. The site is called “Spanking Classics” and it’s run by Bethany and the rest of the Bethany’s Woodshed spanking crew. They run a collection of pay sites, but there are many free spanking goodies of a quality unmatched elsewhere on the net.

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Pierce Brosnan a spanker? Cool!

According to this story in the San Francisco Examiner, Brosnan playfully threatened to spank a naughty female fan:

Spanked, not stirred

BY BILL PICTURE
Of The Examiner Staff

Pierce Brosnan may play the suave gentleman in Bond flicks, but in real life, he’s just a perv. When a shy female fan asked him for an autograph for her nephew and then afterward admitted it was really for her, Brosnan said, “Aren’t you a naughty girl? I’m afraid I’m going to have to smack you on the bottom.” He then pulled a wooden spoon from his jacket and shook it at her. Now, what I want to know is why Pierce Brosnan is walking around town with a wooden spoon in his pocket.

Why, indeed?

Spanking Video Review Page

I’ve added a new link to the “Free Spanking Sites” link list: The Spanking Video Review Page. As the proprietor “Boatdrinks” puts it:

“After buying many spanking videos over the years I know that there are some very good videos out there and then there are some that are just crap. I created this page to help people find the good stuff out there and hopefully avoid the not so good.”

Excellent idea and desperately needed. From a recent review of “Wild Party 2”:

It has been a long time since Rigid East put out a movie. After their merger with Lupus Pictures early last year, all of the new videos have been coming from Lupus with the help of the Rigid East team. “Wild Party 2” marks the return of Rigid East to the spanking movie business and it is not a disappointment.

As each stroke lands the girls sitting and waiting their turn are made to count out the number. The second girl to go is a tall, thin blonde with very large breasts. When she bends over the desk she keeps her legs wide apart and keeps them like that for the duration of the punishment so that we can enjoy all of her charms. The caning goes a lot worse for this girl and you can tell that she is in some serious pain. After her caning is done she thanks the teacher and then returns to kneel with the other girls.

You get the idea. A valuable spanking resource.

Schoolgirl Revenge

Here’s another story in the ever-popular caned schoolgirls genre:

Susan could close her eyes, but not her ears. Debbie’s whole body had shuddered at the impact of that first stroke, but she had remained in position, grunting as the intense stinging pain bit home. But after the third stroke Debbie gave vent to an earsplitting yell of pain “Arghh . . . Yeeowww!!” Shocked, Sue opened her eyes again and looked to see what was going on. Debbie’s feet were beating a tattoo on the floor as she bent over the stool and she could see some light brown curls peeping through the gap in her thighs.

Debbie could no longer keep still. After the fourth whack, delivered with unrelenting force to her gyrating behind, she yelled again and half rose and turned towards the deputy headmaster. Sue could see that she had started to cry. She felt sick at the thought that it would be her turn soon. Mr Fowler caught hold of the tall fourth-former, bent her over again and forced her back into position.

After that Debbie stayed in position for the last two strokes but she yelled loudly at each and drummed her feet in pain. She was no longer trying to keep her legs together as she had at first and from her frantic squirmings and wrigglings and her anguished yelps it was obvious to Sue just how much of an effort it was taking her to stay in place. After the sixth stroke the deputy told Debbie to get up.

She straightened and her hands went immediately to her wealed backside. The sobbing teenager danced around the office in agony, not even thinking about covering herself up. Mr Fowler allowed her a few seconds to recover and then told her to pull up her panties and put her skirt back on again.

Debbie had been slow about lowering her panties but she took even longer to pull them up again. Ugly raised weals covered the whole surface of her bottom and she gasped and squealed as she painfully pulled the tight navy blue panties into place. Sue was absolutely petrified. Her friend was so tall, so tough. And yet a mere six blows from that supple wand had sufficed to reduce her to tearful humiliation.

The deputy ordered Debbie to go and stand by the wall and turned his attention to the second of the two girls. “All right, Susan. Skirt off and over the stool!”

From A Sister’s Revenge by Mike From London.

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Ouch, That’s Gotta Smart

Another enigma from Japan. This looks like some sort of manga penis caning.

manga dudge gets his whanger whacked

I say again, ouch.

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Paradise By The Dashboard Light

Teen spanking frolics, automotive:

Once, while we were parked outside my house, past three in the morning,
making out and feeling each other’s extremities, I told David that I
wanted him to take off his belt. He didn’t understand, he said, since
his pants were pulled down far enough for me to do what I needed to do
to get him off. But I explained that I actually wanted him to take the
belt off his pants, to pull them through the loops and when he did as I
told him I asked him to start spanking me at which point I turned over
in the seat, pulled down my pants, and brought up my teenage rump for
his eyes only. There was a pause as I’m sure he didn’t know what the
hell I was doing or why I was doing it but finally he started playfully
spanking me with his black leather belt and I was getting wet, more wet
than I had ever been. After a little more spank-fun, I turned back
around and asked him to wrap the belt around my neck, that I liked the
feel of the belt and just wanted to pretend that he was putting a leash
on me. Of course, there was no way this was going to work because the
belt-holes were sized for a boy’s waist, not like a dog collar sized for
a dog’s neck, but he satiated me and I had my finger running along the
edges of my clit-region so that soon I was really cumming with a boy for
the first time in my life.

From Lori Gluck’s “Masturbation, Education and the Billary Complex“.

Easter Whippings For The Women

Here’s an article about a quaint Czech custom:

They are upholding one of Europe’s more bizarre — and controversial — traditions: the Easter beating of women. It’s an old fertility rite that dates back to the Middle Ages; the only thing is that, in the Czech Republic, it’s not confined to the history books. It is a ritual still assiduously practised by Czechs today. On the morning of Easter Monday, men and boys whip women of all ages, around the legs with special whips made out of twisted willow branches. The women reward the men for this with a painted Easter egg. The symbolism is pretty clear: the whipping, say Czechs, ensures the woman stays fertile and beautiful. No woman escapes: women of all ages get a whipping, from children to grandmothers. In fact, it’s considered rude to leave one of the women in a gathering out, even if she’s 70 years old. The whipping is supposed to be symbolic, more a gentle tap.

Thanks to Daze for the link.

“Ready, Master…”

Hmm, is it playtime already?

time for a spanking par-tay!

“Girl, I think your towel is slipping….”

The Caning of the Serving Maid

This is what comes of spilling port on the bishop:

His Lordship walked around her, smelling her fear. “Now, my girl, you are going to be flogged. Once you have been beaten, you will then leave this room, and nothing will be said again of your disgraceful behaviour this evening. Now I fully expect that the thrashing will cause you a great deal of pain, but I must ask you to take it in silence: if you scream out, I shall simply thrash you harder and for longer. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir”.

He stopped at the table, and picked up a long, thin riding whip. The crop was about three feet long, covered in premium brown leather, and he bent it slowly in two to illustrate how whippy it would be.

“Bend over the edge of the snooker table, girl; go on, legs against it, and lean forward. And keep those hands behind your head. Tighter, much tighter.” Jo stretched herself forward, as she did so rising up almost onto tiptoe, thrusting her naked backside further into the air.

Satisfied, his Grace took three steps back. He raised his arm high above his shoulder, and danced forward, bringing the whip crashing through the air and down across Jo’s behind. It landed straight across the centre of her buttocks with a crack that sounded like gunfire; she cried out, despite her best intentions. The weal stretched across, two thin red tramlines lining a darker ridge, that hardened rapidly.

From “Made to Take Her Punishment by Abel Jenkins.

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School Girls Being Punished

Ok, ok, so I’m not entirely clear on what’s going on here. Room full of naked schoolgirls (ok, not totally nude, they have shoes and socks on), one poor girl cowering out front on the piano stool while everyone else watches, woman in natty white lab coat on a commanding chair examining or making notes on a clipboard. Is this Spanking Saturday, or just ritual humiliation in the form of group medical examinations?

nude japanese schoolgirls being punished

Trust those wacky Japanese!

The Contrary Slave Girl: A Nursery Rhyme

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does He punish you?
With silver chains, and manacles
and cane marks all in a row.

From Poetic Justice.

Madame is Cruel, Oui?

From a French comic called Madame:

whipped during sex

Happy guy, until Madame cuts a bit low….

Why Nina Likes the Birch

Here’s an excerpt from An Interview With Nina Birch:

What is your favourite implement?

I love hands best although my favourite implement is the birch. I was actually first birched by a woman, a girlfriend who was very experienced I immediately felt an infinity with the implement and it has remained my preferred corporal punishment sensation. I have also introduced a few people to it, as it is not often used today. I like the way it can feel very different depending on how each individual birch is made, i.e. the age and texture of the switches their length. I also love the sound of the birch, the lovely ‘swish’ through the air and the ‘whoosh’ as it hits my bottom. I love to be birched all over my bottom with fast continuous but light strokes. These should build up in intensity until my whole bottom is tingling and glowing. Then at the end a few hard individual strokes. Anyone who hasn’t experienced a lengthy birching doesn’t know what they are missing! I like the thought of maybe wearing Victorian split knickers with lots of petticoats which would be ceremoniously pulled up before a long birching.

A Submissive’s Rules

These were floating around on USENET a while back:

The Rules:

1. I will not hum the theme from Jeopardy while Master decides which implement
to spank me with.
2. I will not annotate Master’s “To Do” list.
3. I will not applaud when Master uses big words.
4. Master’s dog does NOT stink.
5. I will not genuflect at Master’s erection.
6. Master does NOT hog the bed.
7. I will not refer to Master’s kitty as “snake food.”
8. I will not snigger at the pronunciation of Master’s commands.
9. I will not perform a ventriloquist act with Master’s penis.
10. I will not imitate Master’s accent.
11. Master’s chair is not to be used to pile my clutter.
12. I will keep my leopard print sheets laundered so that Master is not
subjected to “those flowery things.”
13. I will not yawn while waiting for Master to climax.
14. I will not chew my collar.
15. I will not giggle during paddlings.
16. I will not propose letter grades when Master belches.
17. I will not snarl when Master asks me to share my chocolate.
18. I will not tell Master he has permission to fuck me.
19. I will not say “good boy” to Master.
20. I will not make shadow puppets in the candlelight while Master is tying me
up.
21. I will not critique how Master ties me up.
22. I will not masturbate after Master falls asleep.
23. I will not go out-of-state when borrowing Master’s car during lunch.
24. When Master is kind enough to bring me a cup of tea, I will not call him
“the tea fairy.”
25. No matter how much Master adores me, he does not get down on his knees to
do so.
26. I will not yell at the other slaves.
27. I will not change the settings on Master’s alarm clock.
28. I will not deliberately mispronounce words to confuse Master.
29. It is unlikely that Master pushed all the covers onto my side of the bed so
he could shiver all night.
30. If I don’t like the settings on Master’s car radio, I can drive my own car.
31. I will not tell Master to go away.
32. I will not accuse Master of being gay when he arranges his driftwood in
“artistically pleasing ways.”
33. Or his candles.
34. Or his doilies.
35. I am always the spankee; I am never the spanker.
36. I will keep my greasy fingertips off Master’s computer screen.
37. I will not eat Master’s leftovers without permission.
38. When asked how many spanks my misbehavior warrants, I will not answer using fractions.
39. I will not write on Master’s back the night before his doctor’s
appointment.
40. I will not play connect-the-dots with Master’s moles.
41. I will not make lengthy “to do” lists for Master.
42. On second thoughts, I WILL applaud when Master uses big words (this
overrides rule 3).
43. Hooting and whistling, however, is excessive.
44. Master is the judge of whether or not I am a moron.
45. I will be spanked if I leave the caps off Master’s pens.
46. If it becomes obvious that I’m deliberately leaving the caps off Master’s
pens, I will not be spanked. Even if I beg.
47. A warm Master is a happy Master.
48. I will not hoot with laughter when Master accidentally whacks himself on
the back of the head with the flogger.

Whipped By Pirates…Again

Here’s another naked young lady run afoul of scurrilous-looking sailors with whips. And this one’s blonde:

naked blonde tied to the mast and whipped by pirates

But wait a minute! Those “pirates” are wearing uniforms. What is that, the bloody British Navy? Didn’t they have some sort of superstition against letting women on board ship?

I guess they don’t call it Le Vice Anglais for nothing….

Spanked Out Of This World

Spanking science fiction? Don’t that beat all!

Joel, and the other five crew members looked at me as I started to detach the fasteners on my space suit.

“Glutial Stimulation Experiments, indeed!” I thought. NASA was concerned about the effects of prolonged space flight, and how it affects human physiology. They knew that physical stimulation was a key element in keeping muscles toned, and in the production of enzymes and other body chemicals needed for the healthy operation of a human being.

The bottom line was, they wanted to know if spanking could be used to counter the effects of weightlessness. I was lucky enough to be the spankee. What a girl won’t go through to get a shot at a shuttle mission!

From Spanked In Space by Mule.

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M/m Spanking: James Grimes

Here is a long page, culminating in photos, about an apparently famous early M/m spanking movie and the model who starred in it. Male/male spankings aren’t my thing, but the page is a fascinating read nonetheless, as it provides a documentary window into the history of “underground” pornography making. Things sure were different before the Internet!

Daria in Bondage

I realize this whole Daria-the-sex-slave thing is getting old fast, but I stumbled across one more picture that I figured should go up here for completitude.

daria in bondage and a ring gag -- dominatrix jane has a strap-on and a whip

Besides, Jane’s looking pretty hot in the dominatrix outfit, too.

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Captured & Whipped By Pirates

Straight from the core of every boy’s pirate fantasy, here’s a female captive who fell into the clutches of the wrong pirate crew, and has gotten her dress whipped off her in consequence.

pretty nude female captive whipped by pirates

So, when she cries out in pain, would that be a booty call?

8 Score Young Blondes & Brunettes Seek Firm Hand

I would be remiss to run a spanking blog without reminding everyone of the lovely and enthusiastic young ladies of Castle Anthrax:

DINGO: Oh, wicked, wicked Zoot. Oh, she is a naughty person and she must pay the penalty, and here in Castle Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the grail-shaped beacon: you must tie her down on a bed and spank her.

GIRLS: A spanking! A spanking!

DINGO: You must spank her well, and after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like, and then, spank me.

AMAZING: And spank me.

STUNNER: And me.

LOVELY: And me.

DINGO: Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking!

GIRLS: A spanking! A spanking! There is going to be a spanking tonight!

DINGO: And after the spanking, the oral sex.

GIRLS: The oral sex! The oral sex!

GALAHAD: Well, I could stay a bit longer….

From, of course, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Ass Spanking Etiquette

I found a blogger with an etiquette issue for which Miss Manners will not be providing a useful solution:

I’m left pondering one major question this weekend: What is the appropriate way to tell someone you would not like to spank her ass? I mean, how does that work? You’re dancing and a woman says to you, “Dance with me, I’ll let you spank that ass.” Isn’t the only response in that situation to spank that ass? Can you ever say, “No thank you, I’d rather not spank your ass right now?” I don’t think so. Conversely, if a woman says to me, “Come here, let me spank your ass” can you say, “No thank you, I would not like for my ass to be spanked at this juncture?”

I have that problem all the time.

Spanking The Critic

This book review of the diaries of notorious British theater critic Kenneth Tynan (who is perhaps most famous as the first person to say “Fuck” on television) reminds me of why erotic spanking is sometimes called “The English Vice”:

Smacking bottoms wasn’t just a hobby for Tynan: it was a way of life, a cause, and heavy is the hand that holds the whip (or cane, or paddle). Although some commentators still insist on treating his spanking fetish as if it were a kinky diversion, a naughty bit of English-schoolboy vice, he was engaged in far more than recreational play, as his use of the phrase ‘anally sadistic’ indicates. In the diaries, he puts on his A-list of desirable things “the propinquity of a female bottom I can quite freely whip”. Tynan’s sadism wasn’t just foreplay served with a sting, but systematic brutality against women – concentrated anger. “To cane a woman on her bare buttocks, to hurt and humiliate her, was what gave him his greatest sexual satisfaction,” Dundy writes in Life Itself! In the diaries he describes caning her for having a fling with Kingsley Amis, “one stroke for each letter of his name”, then ordering her to confess her punishment to another couple (like a dope, she did).

Not that he’s unwilling to put his own pale moon into play. A cosy weekend with his regular spanking partner and mistress, Nicole, becomes a slapstick fiasco after she administers a vodka enema (his bright idea), which shoots through his anal canal like Prussic acid, turning his bottom into a scalding volcano.

Vodka? What was he thinking?

Daria The Sarcastic Slavegirl

It turns out that Jollyroper is not the only one who has given some thought to the effect of slavery on Daria’s sarcasm. Here’s an excerpt from a long Daria fanfic called “Heard about Ms. Li?” in which Daria, Jane, Quinn, and the whole fashion club are captured and trained for white slavery:

Mrs. Bennett raised her flogger, causing Daria to flinch. As soon as she relaxed, Bennett gave her several hard blows on her back and buttocks.

“Stop that, dammit!” Daria screamed. “I’m getting sick and tired of this crap, and I want out!” she pleaded, as the plump woman kept whipping her naked body. Mrs. Bennett maneuvered the girl over to one of the columns and pushed her up against it, hard.

“And I’m tired of your nonstop backtalk, bitch! Stop squirming, dammit! Oh, will I be so glad to see the last of you!”

She grabbed the manacles and hauled them up to a waiting hook and slipped them over. Daria kept fighting, but the woman was much stronger and quickly had the restraints firmly attached. Stepping back, she got a large rubber ball gag from one of the many storage racks throughout the barn and jammed it into Daria’s mouth.

Daria attempted to kick her, but she stomped hard on her shackle chain and fastened that to the post. Still struggling with a burst of nervous energy, Daria threw herself against her bonds until they began to hurt her wrists and ankles. Spent, she looked dazedly at Mrs. Bennett and mustered all the venom she could in her eyes.

“Poor little girl!” Mrs. Bennett huffed, slightly winded from the struggle. “All those brains, and you still haven’t figured out resistance is futile. Mistress Li was going to give you a good working over, but she won’t mind if I warm you up a bit first!”

Mrs. Bennett stormed over to one of the racks and selected a well used riding crop and a spreader bar. With a violent shove, she forced Daria’s legs open and affixed the spreader bar to her shackles. Stepping back, she began to swat Daria’s crotch and breasts, making sure she was landing the blows directly on her new rings. Daria began to jerk and moan in pain at each blow, tears flowing down her smooth cheeks.

“Awwww, does that hurt? You poor baby! Let me take your mind off those nasty little rings, dear,” she mocked, exchanged the crop for her flogger. With slow, steady strokes, Daria began to jerk spasmodically, sobs slipping out from the large rubber ball jammed in her mouth. Diane began to get wet as she saw her helpless victim dangle before her, eyes tightly shut.

“Enough!” Li’s voice cut through the room. The Asian woman stalked up the sobbing girl, shaking her head. “And up until yesterday afternoon you thought you were well prepared for anything life had in store for you. All you ever had was that sarcastic attitude to fall back on when problems arose. Why, I’ll bet you’ve got a sarcastic remark right now! Let’s find out, shall we?”

She took the gag out of Daria’s mouth, and looked straight into her terrified eyes. “Well, Ms. Morgendorffer, I’m waiting.” Daria was still sobbing between breaths, and she shook her head vigorously. “Such a waste. Here she has the perfect opportunity to mock us, and all we hear is her going boo-hoo-hoo.”

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Humiliation & Revenge

Here’s a story chock full of erotic humiliation and revenge. Joining the story in progress, Robyn, who previously tricked Natalie into exposing all her naked charms in front of an appreciative public audience, is getting some just deserts, having been entrapped as the spankee in a public spanking booth for charity:

Robyn cringed in shame and embarrassment as the first curious, customers arrived, to be greeted by the enthusiastic Natalie.

“Roll up! Roll up! Big butt here just waiting to be spanked! Five dollars worth, sir? Certainly. Have an extra one on the house! Oh no, she won’t feel a thing. These panties are extra-specially padded. You didn’t think her butt was really that size, did you?”

Robyn squirmed, and struggled, and pleaded through her gag, but to no avail. Then she felt the first of the hand-spanks, mainly from men who were delighted to get the chance to paddle such a young, beautifully presented, pantied rear. And all for a good cause, too! Poor Robyn yelped and whined as each loud, painful spank landed on her unprotected rump, making her butt-cheeks dance and wiggle delightfully through the tight, white silk panties. Soon her rear began to redden, and throb, and she bucked and cursed, and longed to rub her throbbing behind.

Robyn struggled against the handcuffs, wriggling her tormented butt as she did so, trying desperately to get out of this humiliating predicament. This only made the whole spectacle more enjoyable for the on-lookers. The tent was now filled. Everyone wanted to stay on and watch the spankings after they had delivered their own.

From When The Red, Red Robyn by Shaw.

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Daria of Gor

Jollyroper has an amusing comment, and some well-captioned Photoshop fun to go along with it:

“Imagine Daria in a Gorean culture — I figure it would be about 30 seconds before she’d find herself naked and tied spread eagled with a great big gag in her mouth to stifle her sarcasm — and her screams.”

Daria of Gor nude and getting a whipping

Caption: “Let’s see how ironically you can scream, Daria!”

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