A Shocking Christmas Spanking
In honor of this year’s holiday sale at Kink.com, I thought I would post some photos from their 2024 Naughty Is Nice shoot:
Merry Christmas!
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Belt Spanked With Love
This stern but loving belt-spanking punishment scene comes from A Submissive’s Choice by Maggie Ryan:
Elizabeth stepped from the small bathroom and saw that he was ready. She climbed up onto the bed, kneeling before the pillows, her hands going to cup her elbows behind her back. He would be the one to either put her into position or order her to do so.
When he told her to look at him, she turned her head to see the gag in his hand. “Do you know why you are getting my belt?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. “I moved out of the position you required, not once but a couple of times.”
He nodded and stepped to the edge of the bed. “That’s correct. When I tell you to put your hands behind your back and keep them there, Elizabeth, that is exactly what I require you to do. I don’t like to have to use physical restraints on you, at least not in an unfamiliar environment where we might have to evacuate due to some sort of emergency. At home, I use quick release restraints that I can undo in an instant.” She nodded having often been restrained during both punishment and play, both at home as well as at his club. “Open,” he instructed, and she obediently opened her mouth to accept the large rubber ball-gag. Before he fastened the strap around her head, Logan made sure it was securely seated so that any sounds she made would be effectively stifled.
It had taken several times of his using the gag before Elizabeth had learned not to panic. She knew it was uncomfortable in the way it stretched her mouth and knew she couldn’t help the saliva that would flood from her mouth as she accepted her discipline, but she also knew the benefits of being gagged.
“Liebchen, I also know that we are with family and friends this weekend. I know you are going to be in a swimsuit tomorrow. While I am still going to give you the whipping I promised, I will not be striping your legs. All your strokes will go across your ass.”
She nodded, showing her appreciation for his concern. She had thought about having to explain the welts that his belt was sure to leave if used across the backs of her tender thighs. Though she thought she might still have a few on her bottom, she knew that they would be covered by her swimsuit. She watched as he stepped back from the bed, only to slowly unbuckle his belt and pull it from the loops of his pants. The action was one that never failed to have her heart beating a bit faster and her bottom clenching. She watched as he carefully took the buckle into his hand and doubled the leather.
“Bend forward, breasts and face on the bed, that naughty ass right on top of the pillows,” he instructed, and she nodded. She spread her legs just a bit wider and carefully lowered herself over the pile of pillows. Logan let her adjust herself, knowing that having to do so made her feel as if she were participating in her punishment. She sighed as she wiggled forward until she felt she was in the required position. She smiled around the gag upon discovering that Logan had placed a hand-towel on the sheet to capture the drool that was sure to escape her mouth.
She closed her eyes and simply waited, her mind going into submissive mode, her bottom relaxing, rounding and loosening from its previous clenched state as she fully accepted her Dom’s decision that his naughty submissive had earned herself a whipping.
Logan didn’t make her wait long. He told her to lift her bottom, and when she did, he peeled down the pale blue panties she was wearing. He worked them down her legs and off her feet, tossing them on the floor. She was wearing a matching blue camisole, which he wouldn’t remove. He found it quite effective to have her wear something and then have her either remove her own panties or peel them off himself when the talking was over and the punishment about to begin. He put one knee up onto the bed and reached out to move one hand from her elbow, linking their hands and pressing them into the small of her back. Though he often made her count and thank him for each stoke when he had whipped her before, the gag made that impossible. He laid the belt across the crest of her buttocks and turned to look down at her face. Her eyes opened as if sensing his gaze.
“I gave you three warnings, schatzi,” he said softly. “Three, which young lady, is at least two too many.”
She nodded, her heart rate increasing just the tiniest bit at his tone.
“Thirty. Ten for each warning,” he said softly, and though she moaned slightly, she nodded, allowing her eyes to drift closed. The crack of the belt across her bottom was sharp and crisp in the silence of the room. Each stroke was given with purpose, Logan allowing three to four seconds to elapse before placing the next onto her rapidly-reddening bottom. He had told her several times to keep her hands behind her back and even after warning her that she would be over these pillows getting the belt if she disobeyed again, she had earned this whipping by choosing to ignore that warning.
By the fifteenth stroke she was bucking and churning over the pillows, her bottom desperately trying to avoid the next stroke. Her wails and pleas were incoherent due to the gag in her mouth. Logan paused but kept the belt in contact with her hot skin. “Stop fighting, Elizabeth; we are only half done. You’ve admitted your disobedience and you need to submit to your whipping.”
She was stunned that it was only half-over, positive she had already taken at least fifty strokes. Though they both knew she was a woman who could take a lot of pain, when her Dom used his belt, he left absolutely no doubt that she was being punished. She managed to nod and attempted to say “yes, Sir” which came out garbled, but he understood. She managed to stay in position until she had only five more to go. As the belt licked at her sit spot for the second time in a row, she attempted to roll off the pillows, her ass on fire.
Logan easily hauled her back. “Do that again, young lady, and we’ll repeat this tomorrow morning before breakfast. Do I make myself clear?”
She nodded furiously, knowing it wasn’t an idle threat. Once before she had fought like a tiger during a switching, and even after several warnings, she had continued to break position. The next morning she had discovered that her dominant would never make false threats. He had walked her outside, made her cut her own switch from a tree growing in the grassy area behind her apartment building and marched her back upstairs. He had bent her across the breakfast bar in her apartment, lifted her dress onto her back, lowered her panties off her already-striped bottom and given her an exact repeat of the switching she had received the night before. She remembered standing far more often than sitting for days afterward, not able to hide her discomfort from her business partner.
Logan lifted the belt again and gave her the final strokes fast and hard so that her ordeal would be over before she rolled again. He had no desire to repeat such a harsh whipping anytime soon. Once the last stroke fell, he dropped the belt and pulled her off the pillows. He cradled her in his arms as she buried her head against his neck, her tears soaking him. He used one hand to unbuckle the gag and gently remove it from her mouth. He picked up the towel and used the driest section to wipe her face, collecting the saliva from her chin without a word. He tossed the towel and the gag on the floor and stretched out on the bed, hauling her to lie atop him, knowing she didn’t want any weight or anything touching her throbbing bottom. He held her, his hand stroking down her back until she began to calm. It was a long time before her tears became only an occasional sniffle and her body totally relaxed in his hold.
“Okay?” he asked quietly, and when she nodded, he moved her so that he could sit against the headboard and hold her on his lap. She hissed a bit until he rolled her toward him, cradling her against his chest so that she sat on her hip and not her bottom.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly, her hand at his heart. He bent to kiss her softly, his heart full of love and respect for what this woman offered to him voluntarily with absolute trust and love.
“I love you, Elizabeth,” he said, and she smiled against him.
Though her bottom throbbed, and she knew it would remind her throughout the next few days that her dominant demanded obedience, she was perfectly content. “I love you, Logan,” she said, as he kissed her again.
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