Clitoris Meets Riding Crop

I am a big believer in spanking with precision. But this Hogtied.com photo takes that philosophy and applies it to pussy spanking:

Cropped Clitoris

I wonder how many of those she can hold still for?

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OTK Spanking From A Bearded Man

This vintage over-the-knee spanking photograph is for you girls whose preference is for a stern man with a beard:

vintage-otk-bearded-man

Blubbering From The Cane

Her caning hurt. But it hurt her feelings even more:

caned girl about to start blubbering

Via Girls Boarding School.

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The Role Of Spanking In A Proper Blowjob

Although Jake does not include a spanking warm-up in his requirements for a proper blowjob, he does note that “sometimes a bit of spanking is required.” Sounds right to me:

The requirements for a proper blow job are as follows:

  • Joy must be on her knees in front of me.
  • She may wear panties if desired. Other than that, she must be completely naked.
  • She may use only her mouth to service me. No other parts of her body are permitted to be used.
  • Hands must be kept behind her back the entire time. They may be cuffed or tied behind her if I choose, but I may also simply require her to hold them behind her back.
  • She must swallow. I sometimes choose to end in a facial instead, but if I decide to come in her mouth, she must swallow.

We have worked on this many, many times, and Joy has become quite expert. Despite the repetition, however, there is still something just a little magic about this act. When I come home from work and catch Joy in the kitchen, and tell her, “Joy, I’d like a proper blow job,” there is more than a whiff of humiliation in making her drop whatever she is doing, quickly strip down to her panties, and use her mouth to suck me off, especially if I tell her she needs to “Hurry up!” as she is getting undressed.

It’s quite wonderful to have a pretty woman, naked, with her face a bit pink, getting down on her knees in front of you. Sometimes I find that a bit of spanking is required after the pants are off but before the blow job begins in earnest — Joy wiggles most beautifully in my lap, and the sight of her perky nipples afterwards as she drops to her knees and settles me into her warm mouth adds greatly to the experience. When I am done, I hold Joy close and tell her how good she has made me feel, and how glad I am to have her as my wife.

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Failed Virginity Test

In some obscure would-be caliphate sprung up in an obscure former Soviet republic, there was a great concern about the uncontrolled sexuality of unmarried women. But denunciations of impious lewd young women were fewer than the authorities wanted. That’s when they hit upon an innovation: a man who denounced a woman for lewd behavior would — if she failed her virginity test — henceforth be permitted to administer her lashings himself. Then, indeed, did the denunciations start rolling in!

denunciation of his girlfriend for lewdness after she dumped him

virginity testing in the novaya caliphate

whipping his ex-girlfriend at the order of the islamic court

in tears from her whipping

From Her First Punishment.

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Fingering Her Caning Welts

Do I enjoy having welts from a good caning to run my fingers over when I’m doing this?

Why yes. Yes I do.

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The Best Kind Of Spanking

Q, writing on Tamar’s blog here, has a world view very much aligned with my own:

I can’t even remember what we’d been up to that day but I wandered into the bedroom after her because hell, she’s pretty and I like watching her butt. Moreso when it’s all red and welty but what the hell, I’ll take it any way. She was doing something, and wham. I just whacked her on the butt, as one does. She yells, she turns to me, and she has this indignant little look on her face, and puts up her hands to stop me with the most -adorable- little “Yipe!”

I went to whack her again on the butt and she made that oh-so-common mistake of thinking “Please don’t!” means anything but “Hit harder!” So I grab her around the waist and -whapwhapwhap- start wailing on her rear end like it’s a bongo drum. She kicks, she flails, she wails beautifully, and then I let her go. And then she gives me that look again. That indignant look.

So, since I love a repeat performance, I haul her over the bed and start to whack her more, whackity whackity. Within a short time her pants are around her ankles and I’m pounding at bare ass and -man- there is no comparison. Clothed butt? -whumpwhumpwhump-. Bare? -SLAPSLAPSLAP-. It’s such a better sound, and I think it’s a sign that man was not meant to spank clothed butts.

Man was not meant to spank clothed butts. Indeed not.