Would You Like A Public Spanking?
Because this girl sure got one, right on a park bench in a busy city:
From Public Disgrace.
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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…
Do you ever watch the TV show Chelsea Lately? Me, not so much … I find the lady a bit too forced, laughing all the time for reasons I cannot discern. But this, I’m laughing about. Apparently a show security guard falsely claimed to be the brother of a celebrity she wanted on the show, so she let him get rather familiar with ball gag and paddle and a pants-down display of panties, in hopes it would help her get the interview:

Cee-Lo Green visited ‘Chelsea Lately’ Wednesday night, and Chelsea told him about a former security guard for the show who impersonated his brother.
“I believed him, so then I took this photo with him,” she said. The photo shows Chelsea gagged and bent over a desk, pants down, as the guard prepares to swat her with a paddle.
“I like to let black men slap me on the ass when they come on the show,” she joked. “I thought I was being nice to him and it would maybe help me get you on the show.”
Cee-Lo set her straight. “That’s not my brother,” he said. “Never settle for second best.”
Thanks to an alert reader for the link.
Violet Blue has an exclusive Christmas spanking story from Alison Tyler. It’s called It’s a Secret, Santa, and it’s here:
“You know, Santa keeps a pretty strict list,” he told me.
“Really?”
“You bet.” He was reaching for me, pulling me over his lap, sliding up my no-nonsense navy-blue skirt. I shut my eyes. This couldn’t be happening, but in case it was, I decided to enjoy every second. He settled his hand on my panty-clad ass and I moaned. “So I expect you to tell me what you want for Christmas before you end up on my naughty list.”
“I’m already on your naughty list,” I said.
“You think?”
“Because all I want for Christmas is a spanking.”
I’ll admit it, I got drawn into another dark and chilling BDSM tale from Dofantasy. This one is called Psycho, by Fernando, and stars a lovely young lady who stops at the wrong small-town motel. It turns out to be run by, yes, a crazy dude wearing a gimp hood who has a whip and some seriously confused ideas about sexual morality in the 21st century:





This is just a tiny sample of the crazed ass-whupping goodness to be found in Psycho; I’ll almost certainly be publishing more samples in the future.
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This is a crop from a much larger publicity photo for a 1935 movie called Stagecoach Troubador, starring Gene Autry and Barbara Pepper:
From Chross via Kinky Delight.
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