Who Wants A Spanking?
This tease wants one!
I found her on a random tumblr, so maybe she’s just being flirty. But I’ve seen a few “spank me” moves in my time, and that sure looks like one…
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Foot Caning, Ouch!
Device Bondage model Ally Ann looks like she’s made a career out of being little and blonde and cute. Presumably she knew when she took this job that they were going to hurt her a little bit:
But boy, she sure manages to look surprised and outraged!
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Mouth Soaping And Bondage Sex
I know some of you have a mouthsoaping fetish, as a sort of ancillary punishment that goes along with spankings. While, here (discovered via Bondage Blog) is a kinky story that includes a poor girl who gets a harsh riding crop spanking while forced to hold a bar of soap in her mouth (because she forgot the speaking rules of her roleplay) and then gets a lengthy ravishment before she’s allowed to remove it:
“Reach behind you and pull up the hem of your skirt.”
He stood beside her, the shaft of the crop resting horizontally against her defenseless flesh.
“Let’s review. You spoke without permission, and used English. Correct?”
He prompted her to reply with a fast swat.
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Did you climax just then?”
Crack.
“Oui, monsieur.”
“That makes a total of seven this afternoon. Correct?”
Crack.
“Oui, monsieur.”
“How many were you supposed to have?”
Crack.
“Vignt, monsieur.”
“Correct. That leaves 13.”
“Oui…”
Crack.
“I didn’t ask you a question, Yvette.”
He rolled his eyes. So much to learn.
She stared straight ahead as he stood next to her in silence, her face unable to mask the looming sense of dread.
After a few moments, he went to the bathroom and retrieved a new bar of soap.
“This is for using vulgarity in my presence.”
He unwrapped it slowly in front of her.
“Open your mouth.”
Her eyes grew wide as he pushed it between her teeth.
“Bend over.”
He allowed the silence to crush all hope of a reprieve out of the room, then reached between her legs to remove the still-buzzing vibrator.
“Thirteen missed orgasms. Times two transgressions. That totals 26.”
A moment passed before the crop whistled.
As he progressed, his rhythm became maddeningly inconsistent in terms of both timing and aim.
But zebras wished they boasted such stripes.
“Straighten up.”
Feeling flush, he walked back to his armchair to better observe her glowing backside.
After a moment of appreciation, the familiar sensation of blood engorging demanded his full attention.
“Come to me.”
She turned and approached the chair, her fingers remaining clutched obediently around the hem of her dress.
“Turn around.”
He slipped off his pants, opened his legs and placed his hands around her hips.
She tottered uneasily on her heels as he pulled her back and guided her over his lap.
“Put your hands on the arms of the chair.”
Her sex pulsed hot and slippery against the tip of his cock.
“Down,” he commanded unnecessarily.
A nudge with his thighs was all it took for her to begin raising and lowering herself while his hands found their way around her to her still-clamped breasts.
Her pace quickened as he fondled and kneaded her bosom, giving an occasional tug to the chain from which still hung the toothbrush.
A low moan escaped the bar of soap.
His fingers were unrelenting as she practically bounced off his groin, each thrust penetrating her deeper than the one previous.
He felt her heart thrashing like speedmetal drums as they approached what appeared to be a mutually-beneficial resolution.
At the first sign of his own release, he pinched open the clamps and let them fall noisily to the floor.
He had to put his arms around her waist to keep her from falling forward.
Sweating profusely, Yvette shuddered hard when his hand slipped down and grazed against the top of her elegant fur.
No, he reprimanded myself.
*** Later ***
Much, much later.
“Up.”
He helped her off his lap and held her steady until he was confident she wouldn’t topple over like a tree that’s had quite enough of the chainsaw.
“It’s time to put that soap to its proper use. Undress, shower and return to me in 10 minutes.”
The story is called Dismaid by Adrian Hunter.
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She’s Asking for It
This is silly and full of bad Star Wars jokes. Also fun:
Take a guess at how much that stormtrooper action figure you’re now holding is worth.
Um, five bucks?
Ha! No, my collectors guide values it at $18.20. It’s from the early 80s.
Aren’t you from the early 80s?
I am, you brat. Now guess how much that same action figure was worth before you removed it from its original packaging.
$18.20?
No, my dear, $129.50.
You know where it goes from there.
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Cane Them In Their Tender Places
Meet Cassandra Calogera and Sierra Skye:
Don’t they look like they are plotting mischief? I certainly think so.
Indeed, before we are done with them, it may prove necessary to tie them in a compromising position and cane their pussies.
Yes. Yes, it may.
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Boys Are Such Chickens
Miss Pink writes about her spanko history, and in the process reminds me about the callowness of youth. Boys are such chickens. To get such offers, and do nothing! And yet, I can’t mock them; despite the myths of testosterone, I think most young men encounter sexually charged situations they don’t know how to handle. They pause, they quail, they balk, they do nothing; and if they are smart, twenty-five years later they are still kicking themselves in the ass and thinking “Dude, you idiot!”
My freshman year of college I confessed to my long-term boyfriend my need to be dominated. I didn’t use that word, though. My specific words were, “locked in a room without any clothing and made to do whatever you tell me to”.
I didn’t mention spanking, but that was at the center of my fantasy and a word I just could not say. I felt ashamed at my desire for him to spank me; I could not afford his mockery.
He did not lock me in a room and use me as I’d offered; he did not spank me.
While lying naked in bed with another boyfriend, I would turn onto my stomach and lift the sheet with my feet, exposing my bare bottom in temptation. When he’d cup the cheeks, my breath would catch and I would yearn for him to do it, to spank me. He never did.
I Love My Life
Just in case you missed it at Bethie’s blog, she explains in detail how she makes sure to get a spanking when she wants one. It’s illustrated:
