Begging For Her Strapping

I don’t have access to the Real Spankings shoot from which this photo comes, but I’m pretty sure than when a penitent young lady has to strip all the way naked and offer up her spanking strap with a polite and pretty request for punishment, she’s not about to get off at all easy:

naked young woman holding out a heavy leather spanking strap and begging for punishment

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Hard Hairbrush Spanking

People talk about giving and getting hard hairbrush spankings all the time, and I’m sure it happens, but in spanking porn at least you don’t often see someone pour himself a drink, settle down, put a woman over his lap, and give her bottom a good, long, slow, and thorough bottom roasting like this:

super red bottom from an OTK hairbrush spanking

Photo is from Real Life Spankings and I’m pretty sure she’ll remember this one!

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Spanked Red With A Spatula

From an old tumblr:

redhead kneels over a leather couch showing off her blazing red bottom after a spatula spanking

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A Whipping At Hogtied.Com

I cannot immediately identify the shoot at Kink.com’s Hogtied channel, from which this vintage porn-tumblr bondage pussy whipping .gif must have been extracted:

rope bondage pussy whipping gif from Hogtied channel at kink.com

If anybody knows the model by her face, that might or might not help me narrow it down. (Some have dozens of shoots with Kink.com, some just a few.)

By the way, there’s presently a 4th of July sale underway at the Kink site, if you’re looking to save money on your next kinky porn purchase.

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Flirty Cheeks Get A Good Tanning

When I first saw the two flirty buns-out poses below in a 1959 issue of Rapture magazine, I thought it was pretty cheeky for the era, even for a beachside sun-and-sand pinup feature with several topless shots. (The lower shot was reproduced in the magazine only in a tiny postage-stamp size, hence its very poor quality reproduction here.) But even though my immediate thought was “this naughty young lady obviously needs a good spanking” I’m pretty predicable that way; I can find fetish fuel in vanilla porn all day long, especially when bare bottoms are on show. Next, I realized that one of the many airy captions for the magazine shoot said “many a girl has received a good tanning in return for over-exposure on a private beach.” Great minds think alike, obviously:

1950s bathing beauty cheekily flips up her bathing skirt to show off her bare bottom for the camera

another flirty pose in the sea with our model showing off her bare ass

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Hairbrush Spanked For Matchmaking

In Wynter’s Wife by Megan McCoy, our happily married heroine got busted by her husband for matchmaking. He told her not to, but she ignored him, invited a party guest for the specific purpose of fixing her up with another guest, and it didn’t go well. Now the guests are gone, and she’s in trouble for it:

She looked at him. “Why am I in trouble?”

“What is the one thing I tell you, my one rule?” He walked to the adjoining bathroom and came back with the hairbrush, dropping casually on the bed and pushed his sleeves up.

“Listen to what I tell you,” she answered, heart sinking.

“What did I tell you?” he said.

“Not to fix Kevin up; but really, Sam, it was a spur of the moment decision. I just went in to get flowers and we got to talking and well, then, it just came out of my mouth,” she said in one breath.

“And you just forgot to tell me about this spur of the moment decision.” It wasn’t a question she knew, and he had his lawyer voice on.

“Well, maybe I didn’t exactly forget,” she said.

“Maybe?” he asked, lifting that eyebrow in a way that she knew meant he knew the answer already.

“I knew you’d think I was trying to set Kevin up,” she said, twisting her fingers together.

“Would I have been wrong?”

“Probably not,” she said, “but Sam!”

He folded his arms and she couldn’t help the shiver of desire for him that shot through her. He was so, well, Sam. “I’m waiting,” he said.

For what, she wondered. She just looked at him, till he sighed.

“Fine, let’s remind you that I mean what I say. Drop the pants and get over here.” He picked up the hairbrush and sat down in the straightback chair.

“Sam,” she whined. “Come on.”

“Don’t even start,” he said. “You know it’s going to happen, you might as well do what you’re told.”

Yeah. That was one thing she did know. He never broke his word. That was good in a way, she knew he’d never cheat on her. She always knew where he stood on things. If he said he’d pick up a gallon of milk after work, he would. If he decided she needed a spanking, she was going to get one. It didn’t matter if she argued that grown up adult women didn’t get spanked. In their family, they did. She accepted it, and when it wasn’t right before or during a spanking, it was rather exciting to think of his alpha self. But right now, she let the tears fall already. Why not?

“Remember this feeling next time you choose not to listen to me,” he said. “Drop the pants and get over here.”

She pushed her leggings to her thighs, and then sighed and pulled her sparkly Christmas sweater off over her head too. She had a long camisole under it, so she wasn’t naked, but she knew she’d be sweating in just a few minutes, and her sweater was too new and pretty to get sweated through.

“That works,” he said. “Come here and get all comfortable over my lap, because you might be here a while. This is the second spanking in a week you’ve gotten for not listening. If I don’t make it memorable there could be a third, which is fine for me, but you? I’m not so sure.”

Lily threw herself over her husband’s lap, in the by now familiar position. She did not want this so much. Yet, she sighed and braced herself with her hands. “Sam?”

“I’m going to fire up your brain,” he told her and the hairbrush came down before she expected it.

“I’m not ready!” she shrieked. He wasn’t kidding around.

“Oh, that’s right, you aren’t.” And with that, he peeled down her panties with one movement and she felt the hairbrush again before she could feel embarrassed. That was the only good thing about a hairbrush, you didn’t remember your butt was bare and everything exposed, all you concentrated on was the hairbrush.

“Ow! No! Sam, please!”

Naturally, he didn’t listen.

He spanked so hard and fast, she couldn’t even tell when one stopped or started. Her legs kicked up and high, trying to stop the hairbrush and she realized at some point that he was holding both her wrists. Twisting and squirming, she tried to get out of the path of Hurricane Hairbrush. She didn’t bother to beg, just started sobbing. Her butt was on fire and she felt the panic build, where she knew she couldn’t deal with it, just couldn’t. Nothing else mattered and nothing ever had, but the fire in her bottom, and her inability to make it stop.

What seemed like an hour later, she realized that he was no longer spanking her, but wasn’t letting her up either. Now what?

“Do you understand why you deserved a spanking?” he asked her.

“Because you told me not to do something and I did it.” See? She could argue with him, or defend herself, but that would be stupid. Maybe the hairbrush did make her smarter. Who would have thought? Well, Sam, apparently.

He started rubbing her bottom, so that must have been the right answer. “Twice in a week,” he said. “What’s going on? Are you trying to do too much?”

“I’m not!” she protested that. “Can we please talk when I’m in an upright position?”

He seemed to consider that and pulled her up on his lap. “But you can go back over anytime.”

“I understand,” she said meekly, wincing a bit as her sore bottom met his jeans. He handed her a tissue from his shirt pocket, and she blew her nose but decided not to wipe her tears away. Let him see what he did.

“You okay?” he asked her.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Someone just used the hairbrush pretty harshly.”

“That would be me, and you deserved every bit of it.” He kissed her head and wiped a tear with his finger. “Now, talk to me about what’s going on.”

Lily put her head on his chest. “I just want to have a perfect Christmas,” she said. “Is that too much to ask?”

“Nothing ever turns out perfectly,” he said, and kissed her again. “Remember that movie we watched the other day? Think how boring it would have been if things had gone perfectly.”

“Our life isn’t a movie. It’s our first Christmas together and the first one for Tyler here in this house, he wasn’t even home last Christmas. I just remember all the Christmases growing up, with the extended family around, and cutting down the trees, and the big dinners, and singing at the church and all the wonderful smells and memories.”

“Tyler is going to have his own memories and they will be just as magical as yours,” Sam said. “You’re just trying way too hard. Can you calm down and dial it back just a little? Believe it or not, turning that cute butt red isn’t my favorite thing to do with it.”

“Couldn’t prove that by me.” She wiggled just a little.

“I just do what needs done,” he said. “It works to get your quite intelligent brain working just a little harder.”

“Maybe you could just, oh, maybe speak to my intelligent brain first before resorting to drastic measures?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

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Balanced For A Spanking

This is one of those magazine spanking cartoons where it feels like the magazine layup and copywriter people didn’t do the material any favors. I’m pretty sure the image was drawn in reverse (with a right-handed spanker) from how it’s presented here, and the caption, which reads “On second thought, Miss Clodd, books out of balance is better than no balance at all” makes little or no comedic sense:

awkward office spanking scene magazine spanking comic

Artwork is by Gregory. I found it in the February 1979 issue of Fun House magazine. Chicago Spanking Review has a much earlier appearance in Humorama with the same awkward pose and caption, only the earlier caption omitted the word “books”, which may or may not help any.

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