A Beach Belt Spanking
It’s a miracle! One quick belt spanking on her knees in the sand, and she’s promising she’ll never lie again:

The panels are from a comic called Pinochia.
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It’s a miracle! One quick belt spanking on her knees in the sand, and she’s promising she’ll never lie again:

The panels are from a comic called Pinochia.
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They were having a good time at the Place Of Fancies, when he remembered she’d eating chocolate in front of him when he could not have any:
“Why are you so wet?” He brushes his hand between my legs. “Um,” tiny voice. “You were fucking me hard.”
Such a little comment. He registers it quickly. Perhaps I spoke too soon. He takes my pussy juice and wipes it on his hardness.
My legs are flipped over and he inserts himself like a coin in a slot machine, I’m that slippery. Hands grip my shoulders, grasps my hair, pulling, pressing, pinning.
Oh. I’m sticky, oozy, messy chocolate now. There is no decorum, no loveliness about it. If I was melting before, I’m liquid under him now. It feels perfect….. until….
He rises up and two large hands descend on the tops of my buttocks with an almighty smack.
“You ate chocolate in front of me.”
Shit. I did. I thought he was too busy doing a task for him to notice. He doesn’t like doing this task. He makes a point of telling me eating chocolate while sorting this stuff out, is not good. I’m bad.
Smack, smack. It fucking hurts. Like tears spring sharply in my eyes. I howl. He grows inside me.
He registers that quickly too.
He repeats the smacks and I’m crying out, writhing… He bulges and fills me more.
This is fucking fantastic…but it hurts.
Another round of spanks and I’m trying to buck him off my legs. Pointless, the man is way too heavy for me. Crushing me, he goes deeper, harder. My arse is stinging in tandem. My pussy is drenching everything.
I don’t want him to stop, but I know he will. I’m fighting him with my body, but my mind has vaporised, turned to steam. Can’t describe the sensation of being gone and yet still there very much with him.
I clean him with my mouth. We both catch our breaths.
“I’m going to flog you now.”
I was expecting this. I kneel on the bed, bottom raised and head buried down…
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From Red Booty Woman comes this tale of a narrow escape:
I opened the door of the house and was about to call out a greeting, when I saw it. My mother-in-law was draped over the arm of the living room sofa, her head buried in her arms and my father-in-law was busy strapping her bottom with a belt!
Whoa! That image is scarred into my brain for awhile!
…
I shut the door very fast… and quietly. Neither of them turned their heads and saw me… or Jim about to enter behind me. I pushed him back down the driveway and towards the car, telling him why we are suddenly changing plans. He didn’t object in the slightest!
…
Suffice to say, we’ll call the next time before just stopping by.
Also, knocking is good even where you know you’re welcome…
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This harsh bare-breasted whipping in a Nazi prison camp comes from a book cover, and was found via Kinky Delight:
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When the sisters caught her “reading” Playgirl and touching herself, she knew she was in a lot of trouble:
Photo is by Alan Predroso.
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The girl would need to be pretty flexible, but this looks like it would be a lot of fun as both a sex position and as a spanking position. Any time she stops writhing and working herself against you, all you have to do is freshen up her welts with that nasty little whip, and she’ll be squirming again in a most charming and pleasant fashion:

I can’t be certain, but this looks to me like artwork by Stig.
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The look on her face as she’s made to present her nipples to the cane is priceless:
From CalStar Spanking.
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