Afterglow, Zille Style

One thing I’ve always thought kinky blogs are particularly good at is showing the world that kink is just normal folks having fun in slightly-nonstandard ways. Zille’s account of spanking and sex, and the joy she got from it, is a perfect example of what I’m talking about:

Afterwards I was singing while I cooked dinner. I haven’t felt that joy, that “all is right and perfect with the world” (a joint sensation of body and mind) in far, far too long.

Anyone who has ever played, and felt that way afterwards, understands why us spankos do That Thing We Do. If only we could bottle it, and then open those bottles under the noses of people who are anti-spanking! There! – I’d say — Do you get it now? I do this because it brings me joy. It makes my world brighter. Do you have anything in your life that makes you so happy? I hope so – but, if not, at least let me explore the ways to my happiness in peace!

Belt Spanking In The Mines

a belt spanking -- with the buckle end!

This is from a very obscure graphic novel by Georges Pichard. It’s called Germinal, and it appears (as far as I can make out without reading French) to be a treatise on labor exploitation, executed in Pichard’s inimitably graphic style.

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Whipped and Gagged

It’s time for another whipping illustration from the legendary Bob Bishop:

gagged and whipped

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Paddles: Not Classified

I love the last line of this quoted paragraph from Not An Odalisque:

I hate the paddle. Nothing that inflicts pain gives me warm fuzzy feelings, but some inspire more fear than others. Straps and tawses are almost in the ‘like’ column. Canes have their special place, as they leave such lovely marks. Paddles don’t. Paddles don’t even get classified because I’m too busy squealing.

The squealing (and thrashing about) is why I like the things, isn’t that funny?

Brutal Carpet Beater Spanking

There’s an extended carpet-beater spanking scene in the Dofantasy BDSM comic Runaway Daughter:

cartoon carpet beater spanking

carpet beater ass beating

tied up and spanked with a carpet beater

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Broken Cane

So Ronnie got a caning in the hotel recently, and managed to break the cane with her bottom:

My husband was up off the bed immediately. ‘You cheeky girl.’ He pulled my knickers down now, always a sign he means business, and I sucked in air. ‘We’ll see whether a further twelve strokes of my cane across your bare bottom takes some of the cheek out of you and don’t dare move out of position because if I have to hold you down you’re going to be sitting poolside for the rest of the week!’ Oh my, when he uses words like that, and in that strict tone of his, I go almost light headed. So the cane came down again, this time on my bare buttocks, and I managed four without crying out but at the fifth I had to fill my mouth with pillow again because it was so hard and I couldn’t help myself and I didn’t think there could be any part of my bottom left that hadn’t been caned. Then at I think about the eighth stroke, my husband stopped and told me he thought I’d learned my lesson but I hadn’t and I pushed my punished bottom up as high as I could and mumbled ‘what lesson’ into the pillow. He heard me.

‘OUUCHHH!’ There was no warning when the cane came down against my lewdly raised bottom, it really took me by surprise, it was easily the hardest stroke and my legs thrashed wildly but there was no follow up. I heard my husband rummage in our suitcase again then he sat on the bed.

‘Look round,’ he said,’ see what you’ve done, you’ve made me break my cane.’ Sure enough the top eight inches were hanging off

Fortunately, the man was prepared — he had a spare cane handy in his luggage.

Spanking Is Magic

It is! Don’t believe me? Ask Zille; she proves it.