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I’m not clear on what Ambriel did to get in trouble with her coach and earn a locker room paddling, but I’m pretty sure those tiny little gym shorts aren’t going to protect her bottom enough to matter:
From Realspankings.com.
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Vintage OTK spanking photos aren’t so hard to find. But one where the lady administering the over-the-knee spanking is still wearing her hat? For that you have to look around a bit:
No extra charge for the silk stockings worn by all parties.
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I kept the link for Erica Scott’s blog after she stopped blogging in 2017 in hopes that she’d be back, but I hadn’t followed the link in a long time, and nobody told me the good news that she quietly started blogging again about six months ago. She’s been up to her usual on-again off-again spanking shenanigans; here we join a spanking in progress, as she talks herself into a strap spanking and then runs her mouth for extra strokes:
I had mentioned earlier that I loved strappings with a man’s belt over my ottoman, and while we were in the middle of hurts-so-good hell, I said “We can do that next time, maybe?”
“Hell, no!” was his answer. “Let’s do it now!”
Oy. Again, me and my big mouth.
I’m always a tad leery when I’m about to be strapped by a top for the first time. I love, love, love a leather belt. I love the feel, I love the sound, I love the imagery. However… a lot of people can’t do it right. They can’t control the strap — they’re too high, they’re too low, they wrap, they hit the right cheek over and over and not the left, etc. And it ends up being rather unpleasant. I get so tense, wondering when the misfires are going to hit, I can’t relax and sink into it.
Not so this time.
Holy crap. This man is magic with a belt. Spot on every single strike. Even knows the trick of switching sides so each cheek gets equal brunt. I forgot about bratting and blurted, “You’re so good at this!!” For a brief while, my whole world shut down and focused on his belt and nothing else. Gone was the stress, the work, the political quagmire, the losses I’ve endured lately, the money worries, all of it. Just the bliss of impact, of endorphins, of pleasureful pain. I seem to recall murmuring at some point, “You are making me so happy right now.” He has joined the ranks, in my mind, of the top strappers I know — Dr. Lectr, Paul Kennedy, InspectHerHide, and a few others.
But of course, my true colors never fully disappear. He had decided I was getting forty more, twenty on each side. When he was finished with the first twenty and switched sides, once again he teased, “How’s that tickling feel now?”
To which I replied, “Oh, fuck off.”
“Oooh, bad idea,” he said. “You just got ten more.” And he delivered; no breaks for an excited utterance. :-Þ First the original twenty more planned, and then an additional five on each side. Can I take a moment and admit how utterly fucking hot that was?? (sigh)
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The sales copy for the Kink Unlimited shoot where I found the spanked waitress picture (above) explains:
The gorgeous Penny Pax and Chanel Preston are looking for a naughty girls’ night out, but their adorably incompetent waitress, Kimber Woods, keeps fucking up their drink order. Kimber being obviously in need of a severe lesson in service, Penny and Chanel demand that she meet them at the end of her shift. Amazingly, Kimber actually shows up! Penny and Chanel immediately strip her down and give her the spanking she deserves.
If you’ll indulge me for a moment in thinking too hard about very light fiction, let’s get inside our soon-to-be spanked waitress Kimber’s head for a moment. These two angry beauties want to meet up, but they aren’t happy … why would she go?
Are you kidding me? Kimberly’s thinking they’re hot, she’s bored, she can take what they dish out, and they’ll be over their mad before they know it! Heck, maybe she even messed up all those drink orders on purpose!
The shoot is called Service Slut Training, from the Whipped Ass channel at Kink Unlimited.
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Remember this bizarre bit of artwork with the naked elf harem girls and the man with the whip? Well, I found a different and better (cleaner and brighter colors) version of the art:
I still don’t know what’s really going on, though!
This version of the elf-harem whip-training art comes from the cover of Cappuccetto Rosso #29.
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He’s teaching her to give better blow jobs, and the riding crop helps her stay attentive to her lessons:
The artist is Chibiabos.
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Something about this whipping illustration causes me to imagine that the young ladies are essentially equal in power: roommates, sorority sisters, perhaps sisters in truth. Some negotiated agreement or chance momentary imbalance gives one of them the opportunity to punish the other, and she is doing so with vim and vigor. But in my imagination there’s no great permanent gap in status between these two whip sisters, no fundamental difference in station. Tomorrow, the tables could easily be turned:
From a 1970s Kitan Club.
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