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Crowdsourced lazyweb, I need you!
Specifically, I want to know who this artist is. The “B in a circle” signature (click to see clearly on the larger pic) should be distinctive, but I don’t recognize it or know who it is. (I’m also not 100% certain it’s an artist signature, and not a watermark added later at a website.) And I found this art on a Tumblr that states right in the header that it doesn’t identify artists even when their IDs are known. Grrrr.
Halp?
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Clearly this is one household that knows how to ring in a Happy New Year!
Unfortunately I can’t read that script well enough to type it into Google translate.
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There are some spanking cartoons that have been circulating around the spanking internets for much longer than I have. Many of them have been so heavily redrawn, recolored, and reworked — so many times — that all hope of identifying their original source was long ago lost. Thus, I love it when I discover a blog or web page for one of the artists responsible for these much-circulated gems.
Today, I owe Chross for the link to Dave Wolfe at WolfieToons. How many years have we been seeing his Jiminy Cricket spanking Tinkerbelle?
This post is a fun mix of old favorites and WolfieToons I’ve never seen before. I’ll leave you with a birthday spanking featuring our old friend Minnie, getting more birthday spanks than she can probably count:
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I’m not sure if it’s a ladle or a brush she’s being whacked with, and I wish this pic didn’t have those few pixels of censorship that’s so common in adult anime, but I love the dynamic nature of this image anyway:
Because this girl sure got one, right on a park bench in a busy city:
From Public Disgrace.
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So I was on this random Tumblr and I saw this guy talking about the stuff his lady said to him as he was waking up one morning:
“What if I don’t let you fuck me any more?” she asked one morning.
“I suppose we won’t have sex,” I said, still half asleep.
“Would you like that? We could just make out like teenagers.”
“I think teenagers fuck now.”
“Well we could make out like teenagers who don’t fuck. We could kiss for hours, and you could get excited about taking off my bra again. We could run our fingers along the elastic of our underwear as if we’re afraid the other might say no. I could rub you through your jeans and you could struggle with how to ask me to do more. It would be cute.”
“Could I touch you?”
“Maybe after an hour or two. Once we’ve kissed long enough…
And she went on like that, for five more paragraphs. A sweet fantasy I suppose, and a common one, but it never would have gotten that far at my house.
“What if I don’t let you fuck me any more?”
“So what you’re saying is, you need a good hard caning?”
Next conversation…
