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Freya really likes her birthday flogger:
I hear the slither of leather. Nipples harden to the point of pain and I’m wet. I love that sound almost as much as I love what the bite of those tails will feel like against my flesh.
He twirls it in his hand, I know the sound well enough to recognize it without having to look. A quick flick of his wrist and I feel the snap against my thighs and see the flash of color against the dark of the blindfold.
Since ErosBlog seems to have fratboy spankings on the brain, it only seems right that I’d post some cute sorority girls spanking each other. Unfortunately, I’m not well stocked with pictures of that sort. However, this gallery of cute girls from Lightspeed Sorority has a lot of promise:
Honesty compels me to admit, however, that I’ve never seen an actual spanking photograph from that particular source. (Update: Now I have!) Not that you clever people can’t use your *gasp* imaginations, when the fuel’s this rich:
Yum yum.
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I’ve been sorely remiss in my reviewing duties of late. Back around Valentine’s Day, Bethie and I watched The Vacation from Spanking Epics. We enjoyed it so much, we watched it a second time! It’s very entertaining with some hot spanking, too.
Since the plot is well-summarized at the links above, I shan’t waste your time repeating what happens in the movie. Instead, I’ll tell you this is a spanking movie that actually has a plot, and spends a fair amount of time developing it before diving into the spankings. The acting is better than normal for porn movies, but still a little bit amateur in the sense that some of the lines sound recited, rather than natural. It’s not a problem, trust me. Both of the female leads are both pretty and cute, and they brat their way into a number of well-deserved spankings.
This movie is emphatically not for fans of extremely harsh spankings, however. There are several OTK scenes that didn’t work for me, because the ladies went from snotty to pleading after just a very few light, measured hand swats (or, in one case, hairbrush swats) that couldn’t possibly have caused that much attitude adjustment. However, some of the other scenes are very plausible indeed, and plenty hot.
There’s an extended flashback scene in which one of our heroines is extensively spanked by hand, with a yardstick, and with a cane by a dirty-old-man professor; if you like such scenarios, you’ll really like this one. The professor is impressively sleazy and very stern. The spanking progresses from mild to (by the time the cane comes out) plenty hard enough to make you believe his victim is feeling properly chastised. She winds up with a pink bottom and some visible marks, but nowhere in the movie will you see vivid or puffy welts in the style of those Eastern European offerings I’ve reviewed from time to time.
By far the hottest scenes in the movie come near the end, when both female leads receive a joint, richly-deserved outdoor switching. Although the switches are not administered very hard, they nonetheless raise a respectable pattern of red marks on deserving female bottoms. At one point one woman is being held by one hand as she tries to run, resulting in a noisy and hilarious orbit around the man with the switch as he calmly keeps switching away.
The entire movie is done with a tongue-in-cheek humor that makes it fun to watch even when no spanking is happening. All the main characters are sympathetic and likeable, even when in full brat mode. You’ll laugh, you’ll snicker, you’ll want to go out into the woods and cut a switch. Recommended!
I’m not entirely sure just what’s going on here, but there’s a “we’re already drunk and it’s time to leave for the costume party” vibe to it:
If you can’t laugh at spanking porn, you shouldn’t be viewing it. Sometimes the scenarios are just too funny.
Let’s say you’ve got a wading pool in your fancy house, and it’s all of eight feet wide and eighteen feet long and (if you’re lucky) four feet deep at the deep end. And let’s say it’s in a room not much bigger than the pool, so you’ve painted murals on the walls and put up a fake plaster balustrade so you won’t die of claustrophobia while standing in your pool. And now let’s say your rebellious college-aged daughters come along and decide to defy your authority by sitting on the freakin’ steps of your pool, instead of going out and smoking pot and giving blowjobs to their boyfriends like normal well-behaved college girls ought to do:
Obviously, you would have to howl with outrage:
And read them the riot act:
And then, of course, you would have to strap their asses:
And just to drive home your point about the dire perils of unauthorized pool-step-sitting, you would have to bend them over your phony plaster balustrade and cane the heck out of their rebellious damp bottoms.
You guessed it: I’m really just jealous about the pool.
Pictures are from Spank Christina.
Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe I have another convert to the concept of spank-mercials! Kasey writes:
Did you know that the commercial breaks on FOX are very LONG? And there are a lot of them? Hubby thought this would be a fun time to work on his technique, so I got a little of everything.
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My butt was burning, but there was time to recover and I was definitely excited; as his finger in my cunt established after the second commercial break. This went on and on, I didn’t keep track but I think there were at least 6 commercial sets — Hubby used the spoon, the purple cat of nine tails, the slapper again and on the last break the paddle.
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He really enjoyed spank-mercials, he smiled all the way through. When I asked him why he enjoyed it so much, he replied “Naked girl with a pink ass begging for me to stop a well deserved punishment, what’s not to like?”
Couldn’t have put it better myself!
The same fashion company that ran these spanking ads has a semi-lame flash spanking game on their website. Thanks to Daniel for emailing the link!
Somebody recently posted the Spanking Blog background art (Invidia’s lovely work, for the use of which I shall be eternally grateful) on their blog, with suitable compliments. I went to comment and give Invidia her props, and discovered that the blog in question was only allowing comments from people who first register with Blogger.
Sorry, but SCREW that. I’ve already got forty or fifty web passwords, there’s no way I’m memorizing another one just to comment on somebody’s blog. It also makes me less likely to link there, because it’s just too damn reader-unfriendly.
Blog comment spam is a pain in the ass. Trust me, I know. But that’s the wrong answer.
This is the sort of image that puts one in mind of those legendary schoolmasters who made schoolgirls take down their knickers for punishment, and then spanked them for immodestly displaying their naughty bits. Sometimes a girl just can’t win, and for Brandi this looks like one of those times:
From Spanking Teen Brandi, one of the Real Spankings Pass family of sites.
This picture has been circulating all over the internet for awhile now:
Spanked with a Perl book, now that’s geek kink!
This link from South Africa (mailed to me by a reader) features fashion advertisements showing men and women in poses (and with photoshopped skin tinting) suggestive of recent spankings. Entertaining– although, predictably, the ad featuring a spanked woman drew a storm of protest, while the ad featuring a spanked man did not.
Boy, The Boss and Invidia know how to celebrate a birthday (scroll down for 3.20.05 entry). He had the birthday, and she got the caning.
Invidia knows how to describe a spanking in apocalyptic terms (we suspect she enjoys sympathy):
TheBoss is getting old and we celebrate his longevity every year about this time. There was no money in the coffers for fancy hardware or dungeon furniture. In fact, there was no money in the coffers for much of anything except a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant. So I offered my lily-white tushie to him as a canvas upon which he could paint with his implement of choice.
He started with the rattan cane, and though the first six were like Flaming Death From Behind, the endorphins kicked in after that and I rode the tide to twenty rather serenely. Next his artist’s eye spotted the strop which he applied with birthday abandon. The strop is both stingy and thuddy, and it does a remarkable job of eliciting squeals and wails from me. It is also heavy enough that it physically pushes me forward, which I find incredibly sexy for some reason. I guess it’s the pelvic thrust that really drives me insane. (Let’s do the Time Warp again!)
After several of those, he finally took up the implement I most fear – the Dreaded Purple Acrylic Cane itself. Twelve strokes remained in his birthday number (‘Cause the man is getting old!), and there was the proverbial one-to-grow-on stroke which also had to be administered. I gabbed my pillow and shoved my face into it in order to stifle my screams.
My darlings, there are no words to describe how thirteen serious strokes with the DPAC feel . . ..
But of course, a good time was had by all. Happy Birthday, Boss!
Do you like those old women-in-prison movies? Unfortunately, most of them only hinted at the punishments our heroine would suffer at the hands of the brutal butch prison guards. Not so in this shoot from Whipped Ass, where a female prisoner makes the mistake of grabbing at one of her guards through the bars. First she gets
caned:
And then she gets handcuffed and flogged:
Her troubles are only beginning….
From Pussy Talk:
Nice girls don’t let men do what you’re doing. By restricting my leg spread, my panties represent the last strained but valiant shreds of my virtue.
All the while you scold me in patient tones, all the while I squirm under the blazing heat of your hand as you strike, stroke, and probe me, the insistent embrace of the elastic around my thighs reminds me that I deserve all this.
So that’s what panties are for….
You know all those guys in the chatrooms, the ones who call themselves names like “Sir LeathyreSmakke” and the like? Well, some guy was jealous of the way those Sirs were hogging all the hot submissive chicks, and so he rang up Mistress Matisse to find out how he could get to be like them. He asked her:
“How do I find someone to do a knighting ceremony on me?”
Me [Matisse]: “Excuse me? A night-what?”
Caller: “You know, a knighting ceremony. I see all these dominant guys online who have “Sir” in front of their names, like they’re knights. So I asked one of them about it and he said I needed someone who’s more experienced in SM to do a knighting ceremony on me, and then I could call myself “Sir,” too. Do you do that? Does it cost anything? ”
Amazing what kids will believe these days.
Some time during the last few days, I stumbled over these Hogtied pictures showing one of the best reasons to have a dungeon, namely, so you can tie your woman like this:
Big big fun!
It hasn’t all been slaving over hot HTML around here. Every now and then, I’ve had to pause and remonstrate with Bethie. As you can see, she doesn’t fully appreciate the efficient approach I have to take when I’m busy coding….
We’re back! (I hope.)
Apologies to everyone for the downtime. If you can read this, we are back up running WordPress 1.5. The templates are still a little clunky (look for minor polishing improvements as time goes by) and much of the imported data (old posts and comments) are slightly dirty (odd characters and such and the occasional munged link.) It will all get fixed.
Meanwhile, if anything is broken in your browser, please post a comment letting me know. I may not fix everything right away (this project ate a bunch of time that was committed elsewhere) but your feedback will be appreciated.
In brighter news, Sunday was Spanking Blog’s second birthday. I’m amazed at how this blog has prospered, and stunned that it’s still fun after two solid years of posting. Thank you all for your continued patronage!
Several figging sessions the other day at Baltazar and C’s house. Real funny how it started, too. From C’s account:
I commented that he hadn’t caned me whilst I had ginger inside me.
Please note – I commented. I didn’t ask for it to happen. I didn’t complain he hadn’t done it. I just mentioned in passing that he hadn’t.
Heh. And women say men don’t pay enough attention to their hints and subtle cues.
Since we’re on the subject of pervertible botanicals, how about stinging nettles? This has gotta hurt: the nettles spanking gallery at Urtication.com.
Continuing the theme, this from Analyze Julie:
Overall, my biggest complaint: illiteracy. To any of the 106 responders I didn’t connect with: if you had just written a grammatically correct email, WE MIGHT BE HAVING SEX AT THIS VERY MOMENT. I wanted to give everyone a shot (not at having sex, but a shot at connecting with me, and that might have led to sex). I honestly think, out of the 110 responses I received, probably 90 contained bad grammar, misspellings, and/or were far too short to even glean any information about the responder. I’m not kidding: 90 out of 110. That means that I didn’t even have to evaluate 82% of the responses, because they’d already put themselves out of the running.
Like it or not, boys, spelling and punctuation matters.
