Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

The fantasy of being spanked and paddled while wearing a butt plug crops up repeatedly in the more explicitly-erotic examples of Sharon Green’s fiction. Here’s an example from the book Closed In Chains:

“Put yourself face down across my lap and then relax your muscles.”

“Certainly, my master,” Tain said at once as she did as she’d been told. “Is this right, my master?”

“Exactly right,” he approved, and Tain could now hear his smile. “Keep your hands right where they are and don’t try to resist what’s being done.”

For a moment Tain didn’t understand what he meant, but then the back panel of her skirt was lifted out of the way and his hands were at her bottom. The next moment her eyes went really wide and she couldn’t keep from squirming in protest. “Oh, that feels terrible!” she exclaimed, wishing she could reach back and remove what had been put inside her. “Please take it out again, my master, please!”

“But putting that in you will increase my pleasure later when I use you,” he said, his hand now stroking her bottom and making her feel worse. “Your asking me to take it out again means you’re trying to deny me pleasure, not to mention that you’re also trying to be disobedient. I’m afraid either of those things would call for punishment, and both together certainly do. Stand up and fetch me the paddle from that table.”

Tain didn’t hesitate to obey him about standing up, but she couldn’t keep from squeaking as she moved slowly to obey his orders. What he’d put inside her made her feel terrible, but even worse was the punishment she was about to get. She certainly didn’t want to be paddled, but there was no way to stop it from happening. Oh, why hadn’t she been a good slave and kept silent?

“I’m sorry, my master, I really am,” Tain said when she finally got back to him clutching the paddle. “I want to be the best slave there is, so I promise that I’ll never do those things again.”

“I’m sure you won’t do those things again,” he said as he took the paddle out of her hands. “But in order to be absolutely certain I’m going to give you a very good reason to remember your resolve. Put yourself back across my knees, keep your hands out of the way, and don’t let yourself make a lot of noise.”

Tain couldn’t move as quickly as she might have wanted to, but it was still much too soon before she was face down again. She felt the skirt panel being moved aside a second time, felt the hand that stroked her bottom gently, and then she nearly choked trying not to cry out. Not only was that paddle hard when it struck her bottom, but the stroke was even worse with whatever had been put inside her. She mewled when the second stroke added more of an ache and more agitation, wishing she could protect herself with her hands, wishing she could keep from squirming.

The third smack was followed by the fourth and fifth, each stroke slow enough to let the previous one turn into a flaming ache before the next one landed. Tain bounced and kicked as the throb in her bottom grew higher and higher, finding it impossible to stop the soft whining coming from her throat. The paddling hurt even more than she’d thought it would, and on top of that she was being turned frantic by whatever had been put in her.

She also cringed on the inside waiting for the next smack, but a knock at the door came first. “Come in,” her master said at once, something Tain hadn’t expected him to do. Heavy embarrassment made her want to jump to her feet, but of course doing something like that was impossible.

“This is a drink and a snack from the meal that was ordered, master,” an amused female voice said once the door had been opened. “I’ll bring the rest as soon as it’s ready, which shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Put it down on the table over there,” her master directed, probably pointing to the table he meant. I’ll help myself as soon as I’m done with this chore.”

“Certainly, master,” the female said as Tain heard her moving, and then she was able to see the other slave out of the corner of her eye. Even that tiny glance showed the other slave fighting not to laugh out loud, but before Tain could feel more than a little outraged the paddling was continued. The need to howl turned into mewling as Tain jumped and bounced and kicked and squirmed, but even the smack of the paddle didn’t completely erase her awareness of how slowly the other slave was leaving the room.

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If you are familiar with the House Of Milan series of bondage books, you’ll recognize the abject hopelessness of Our Heroines who have been kidnapped by a crew of dirty cops in Strange Captivity (HIT 119):

It was much later. The naked girls could not know the time. Each stood on tip-toe, hands cuffed to the bars above their heads, their breasts protruding outside through the bars of their cell.

“They didn’t need to do this to us,” Gail mourned. “We did what they wanted. You’re right, they’re bastards.” She strained her naked slenderness upwards to relieve the cut of the metal on her wrists.

“As pretty a pair as I’ve ever seen!” It was a new voice, a new uniform. “Name’s Sam, ladies. Pleased to meet you.”

“Are you fucking us too?” Grace asked bitterly.

“I aim to, miss. But right now I want to use this little item.” Sam held up a quivering length of leather.

Gail’s heart hammered. A whip! Always a whip! Did men think of nothing else when they thought of a naked girl?

“Well, I suppose we’re nicely fixed for it,” she invited sourly. “Help yourself.”

It hurt as nothing else had hurt. The pain was less, but the shame was more. Two naked girls were being whipped within the sacred confines of law and order. The metal bands upon their wrists held them, strained and nude, for the officer’s convenience. He whipped them at leisure. He whipped them with a tremendous zest and enjoyment.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do,” he confided engagingly.

“Will you let us down when you’re through?” Grace asked without hope. “It hurts like hell standing like this.” She moaned in agony as the withe bit squarely across her rump.

“I’ll consider it,” Sam assured them in a voice that plainly said he would do nothing of the sort.

“We’ll do anything you want,” Gail promised abjectly. “But please let us down. It’s awful.”

“How ’bout this?” Sam asked. He brought the limber horror squarely down across her strained shoulders. Gail screamed.

“There must be something . . . something you want more than anything else? We’ll do it for you. But stop whipping us . . . Oh please! Please let us down. We’ll be nice to you.” Grace had abandoned all feminine reticence.

“Hell, lady. You’re doing all you can for me right now,” Sam assured her affectionately. “Don’t know when I ever felt so good with my clothes on.” He whipped her shrewdly across her thighs with a cut
that evoked from her a most satisfying scream.

“But you can’t whip us forever,” Gail pleaded without conviction. “Please stop. There’s other things.”

“Nothing near as good as this,” Sam exulted. With great accuracy he lashed her so that the tip wrapped ’round her thigh. He whipped the two naked handcuffed girls joyfully. It went on and on, until Gail began to believe it might go on forever…

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A hard hand spanking over this set of very nice cane welts is undoubtedly going to hurt. A lot. But it’s very possibly just what she needs:

From Long Dozen.

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This Clark Gable spanking art comes from a 1959 Challenge magazine via Chicago Spanking Review:

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A lot of spanko girls (and in this, my Bethie is no exception) enjoy the sensual delights of a hand spanking as warm-up, even (or perhaps especially) when they are in for a heavy spanking session with leather toys or wooden paddles or other implements.

However, if punishment is the goal of a spanking rather than sensual enjoyment (or if the spanker has decided to let his inner sadist out to play) I find that the spanking works rather better the other way around. A hand spanking gets a girl’s attention to a much greater degree if her bottom has been first been heated up with a brisk leather strapping:

And that, clearly, is how Alebeard at Paintoy likes to play the spanking game with one of his favorite pain toys, Elise Graves. First he reddens her bottom with the thick leather strap, and now she’s getting the over-the-knee hand spanking she probably wanted in the first place. Only, it hurts a bit more now, doesn’t it dear?

She’s looking quite tearful in that last picture…

Don’t forget to click on all these Pain Toy pictures if you’d like to see them at a larger size.

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Amber at Sexuelle tells a funny story about how she and her Mike converted her parents to spankos:

Mom and dad got to our place and were tired from over a day of driving so the first day was spent just pretty much talking and such.

The next morning, mom and I were making breakfast and Mike and dad were watching the news. I was getting Mike a cup of coffee when I decided to add a lot of sugar to his mug. I mean a LOT. As I was stirring it, I saw my mom watching and giving me this shocked look. Mike took a big swig and immediately spit it out in the sink while giving me a look that said if they werent there, I’d be in big trouble. Mom just watched without saying anything.

That night we were in bed and it was late and I was wishing we could have some fun but the bed was too noisy and the walls too thin. That’s when I got a great idea. Mike and I took the mattress off the bed and put it on the floor and if we were quiet we could have some sex.

Well it seemed to be working great. I was on top and guess I had my eyes closed or was leaned over but I didn’t see what Mike was doing. Next thing I knew, I felt and heard this extremely loud (in the silence of the late night anyways) WHACK and sting and I let out a yell. Mike had reached under the bed and got one of my hard sandals and whacked me on the ass with it.

Needless to say, the action halted immediately. That morning, I went to the kitchen expecting mom to have already started breakfast and that I would help her. Instead, I saw mom and dad talking quietly at the table and then dad left for the living room. Mom had this serious look on her face and she said to me not to talk and just listen.

She said she and dad knew that Mike beats me and that they are taking me right then to go down to the sheriff’s office to have him arrested. I was in shock as she was telling me it’s not my fault and that she had talked dad out of killing Mike.

I’ll fast-forward through a bit of predictably-awkward confrontation and even-more-awkward explanation. Bottom line is, Mom eventually came to understand what was going on. Boy, did she ever!

I was making popcorn and mom was making and pouring some iced tea. I watched her add a ton of salt to my dad’s glass and stir it up. I just watched in amazement as she handed it to my dad who took a sip and spat it all over himself. I think I was too amazed to laugh but not my mom. She was cracking up so much I thought she was gonna hurt herself.

Dad headed for the kitchen to, I presume, rinses his mouth and probably guzzle some water. But, just after he passed mom still standing there and laughing, he paused for a second and turned and gave my mom a very hard spank!! Well, we all froze in place while the two of them just looked at each other. I don’t know how long it really was, seemed like minutes but was probably seconds. No said anything about it and we watched the movie and went to bed.

I know you are saying to yourself that so what, they may just have started to have a little slap and tickle fun. However, there is more to this story.

We went to visit them that Christmas and we brought our two large dogs with us. The plan was to have a lovely early dinner and then Mike and I would take the dogs for their walk.

Well, we had dinner and mom wouldn’t let us help clean up so we put leashes on the dogs and took them for a walk. We had gone a little ways down the sidewalk when we realized we didn’t know what the dog walking ordinances were there and if we needed poop bags and a scooper even tho it was a rural area. We went back into the house and as soon as we opened the front door, we heard some very no-nonsense spanking come from somewhere in the house. Needless to say, we shut the door quietly and got away as quick as we could, not caring about the ordinances.

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• Lying To Your Children
• Dad Spanking Mom

I think it’s safe to say that the fetish artist Dolcett is not principally known for his spanking art. This is perhaps the purest example of our kink to be found in his work; certainly, it’s the best Dolcett spanking artwork I’ve encountered:

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