Well Beaten And Proud Of It
Want to see a well-beaten girl?
I love the proud expression on her face — like she’s surveying the carnage and thinking “I’m so tough!”
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Mouthsoaping Annie Cruz
Folks, this post is for the mouth soaping enthusiasts. It’s got no spanking in it, at all. I know these punishments often go together, and the fetishes too — but not this time. Sorry about that.
In mitigation, though, I offer up this fact: this post is all about the single richest trove of mouthsoaping porn I’ve ever found. If you like mouthsoaping, you’ll love this post. Let’s get started. Girl, open up for the soap!
I found this stuff via ErosBlog. Specifically, via this post about an old Wired Pussy shoot featuring lesbian toilet sex. Nothing really there for Spanking Blog readers, except that I noticed a shot among the shoot’s free promotional photos featuring Annie Cruz with a big white bar of soap jammed solidly in her mouth.
That got me curious, so I went looking. It turns out that the promo text for the photo shoot involved some discussion of Annie Cruz being a potty mouth and getting her mouth washed out with soap because of it. Interesting.
As you may know, you don’t need to join Kink Unlimited to get access to a single shoot from one of their many kink-specific channels like Wired Pussy. Any time you’re looking at a shoot page like the one for Annie Cruz: Potty Mouth, there’s an “Or, buy this shoot” link right under the big JOIN button. You pay a one-time fee (no rebills) for permanent download or streaming rights to the shoot. And that includes (if the shoot has them, some newer ones don’t) all the still photos. Some older shoots have many dozens or hundreds!
So, does this shoot turn out to have more mouthsoaping pictures? Oh, yeah, baby! But you knew that; you’ve already seen the first one at the top of this post. In actual fact, it has lots of mouthsoaping pictures — about sixteen of them, plus one or two more of poor Annie spitting out bits of soap.
Here are two more of my favorites from the shoot:
You’ll have to join Kink Unlimited or buy the shoot to see the rest, but fortunately it’s not expensive. In case you can’t swing it, I’ve linked all three photos above to larger versions. So at least there’s that much.
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Anonymous Punishment
I’m not sure what these three wives did to earn collective punishment, but it must have been something pretty awesome and horrible. Otherwise, how did they wind up like this? Which is to say, naked, in a row, on the living room floor, asses in the air, with brown paper bags over their heads “for modesty”?
Meanwhile, their husbands are trimming hickory switches and conferring quietly. “Mutter mumble mutter 75 each? No grumble mutter 120 at least mutter mumble grumble…”
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The Soon-To-Be-Sore Penitent
I’m not sure, but something about the edges and the lighting makes me think this may be the work of a good collage artist. No matter:
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One Good Assault Deserves Another
The thing about a good pulp-fiction spanking from the days before political correctness is that nobody worried about little things like assault charges. Woman bites man, man spanks woman, they’re both guilty of aggravated battery but hey! it’s just good dirty fun:
Her mouth trailed past the corner of my mouth and up to my cheek, and all of a sudden she bit me. Her teeth clamped on the fleshy part of my nose and dug in. I rid to shove her away. I couldn’t break the rip of those sharp teeth. I grabbed her shoulders and squeezed. She writhed, her body against mine, her breasts pressing against me through the silk. I squeezed her shoulders harder, hurting her as much as her teeth were hurting me. She yelled then with pain, and she lost her grip, and I shoved her away from me.
I stood rubbing my nose. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” I said. “you crazy?”
Lorraine was laughing as if this was the funniest thing that had ever happened. then she said, “I was trying to straighten your nose out for you,” and turned her back to me and picked up her glass.
How much could a man take? She admitted scheming to get me up here to her apartment and she was wearing nothing under the thin pyjamas. She steamed me up by unbuttoning my shirt and letting me caress her, but it was only to make fun of me. She told me to kiss her, but it was only so she could get her teeth on my nose and bite it and then made a nasty crack about it. A teaser. Did she think she was so good looking and so rich she could keep making fun of me? I knew what she needed.
I jumped at her. Her back was still turned to me. She was no lightweight, but neither was I, and I lifted her clean off her feet. The glass fell out of her hand. She tore at my hair as I carried her to the sofa.
Holding on to her, I dropped down on the sofa. She kept battling. I pulled her arm up behind her back towards her shoulder blades. She yelped and I said, “Lay still, then,” and the fight went out of her, but only for a moment. Her thrashing started again when I pulled her across my knees. a little more pressure on her arm quietened her. She twisted her head around and to my surprise the sparkle was still in her dark eyes as she looked up at me. She thought I was one big joke, but she wouldn’t think so for long.
“What do you imagine you’re going to do?” she said, her voice taunting.
I said, “Give you what you’ve been asking for” and I brought my open hand down hard on her deeply curved flesh over which her pyjamas trousers now stretched tightly.
Her scream sounded as if she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Her legs kicked out.
“Don’t you dare!” she screamed.
I let her have another one. In it was everything she’d built up inside me. It sounded like a pistol shot and she bucked under my palm, her legs jerking out like they were pulled on strings. The silk was like nothing, like it had melted away, the ful spread of my hand going into the soft deep flesh. It must have hurt plenty because my palm stung.
“Stop, please!”
“Three…four…five” I heard myself counting out each one aloud, but she couldn’t hear me because she was howling, and across my knees she heaved and writhed, and she clawed at me with her free hand.
“Six…seven.” The embroidered dragon on her back was doing a dance like it was alive.
“Eight,” I said, and I was finished with her. I dumped her off me by standing up, and she hit the floor like a sack of flour. She rolled over on her side and stayed there on the floor, sobbing as she rubbed her stinging flesh.
I buttoned my shirt. My nose felt on fire and the palm of my hand tingled.
“You filthy ape!” she gasped. “Get out.”
“I’m on my way,” I said. I pulled my jacked off the chair. Carrying it over my arm. I started out.
“You ugly monster! she flung after me. “You and your crooked nose. I’m sorry I didn’t bite it off.”
This has been another of the pop-culture spanking finds for which The Spank Statement is so justly famous.
Caned Maid
It looks like rough and ready judicial punishment for our unjustly-accused serving maid. The caning bench and tears will define her afternoon, and a purple ass, her next few days:
By now loyal fans will recognize the work of Lupus.
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The Thrifty Scotsman Buys A Spanking
If you’re familiar with the ancient genre of jokes about the legendary thrift of the Scottish people, you’ll see the punchline of this story coming a mile a way. Still funny, though:
The man married the curviest girl in the office, and all his mates envied him. In particular, an unmarried young Scot, who said one day: “You ken, I’d give you a hundred pounds to smack the pretty bottom of you wee wife o’yours.”
Smith was furious, and went home raging to his wife about it. But the wife had Scots blood too, and she said: “You know, the furniture isn’t paid for, and I could do with a fur coat, what’s a few smacks on the bottom?”
Finally, she wore her husband down, and he was forced to tell Jock that is was on for him to smack the wife’s bare bottom for one hundred pounds, but only on terms. The husband was to be there, and no funny business.
So the three were in a suburban bedroom, the blushing wife removed her panties and bent over… Jock threw her skirt up and gently stroked her, saying “What beautiful curved, what pinkness, what dimples, what firmness…” and all the time rubbing and stroking, while the husband was nearly in hysterics. When Jock suddenly produced a flash camera and took a photo, the husband yelled, “Get on, get on and smack it or else the deal’s off!”
“Ooh no” said Jock, “I could not bring myself to smack such a beautiful bottom as this one, and besides, it would cost me a hundred pounds if I did!”
From the Chross forums.