I’ve long been a fan of the gorgeous lush photos by Steve Diet Goedde that used to illustrate the paper BDSM toys catalog from JT’s Stockroom. I just stumbled over this example:
Short version: New search box, yay! (Points smugly to upper right corner.)
Long version: Spanking Blog has more than 2,100 posts going back to 2003. Google and the other search engines do a terrible job of indexing them all. At any given time, Google has maybe 500 posts in the active index. The other search engines do even worse.
Meanwhile, it’s been years since Spanking Blog had a search box. Default WordPress search function is pretty poor, and I guess I just never figured anybody would use it. But the deeper my archives get, the harder it gets, even for me, to find things I blogged about years ago. And lately Google has gotten even less reliable about keeping adult sites well-indexed. So, I figured it was time to take matters into my own hands.
The search box is in the header, up there by the email and Twitter icons. Just type in your search term (one word works best, Boolean searching this ain’t) and hit your enter key. You’ll pull up the full text of posts in date order, newest to oldest, and have to page back through them. Sadly, no excerpts and no highlighting of search terms. Yeah, it’s clunky. I’m still looking at plugins that do a better job. But play with it, and let me know if you find any bugs or find any long-lost treasures.
I know some guys who would like to be this kind of doctor. It’s the perfect job, right? You get to tell not-so-innocent young ladies to take their clothes off:
When they do, you get to give them a close personal inspection:
And then, after you find the inevitable signs of wild anal sex (I dunno, maybe her boyfriend is a tattoo artist or something, work with me here) you get to deliver a spanking and a moralistic lecture:
When I first saw this rather jaw-dropping tattoo, my first thought was “wouldn’t it be surreal to be the man to the woman who had it?” Can you imagine pounding that ass doggie-style every few days, week in and week out, seeing that verse heaving in front of you every time? I mean, there are worse fates, but it would be weird.
Anal sex, with its associated taboos, would be even more bizarre. Lubing her up and just sliiding right in under that verse. Wow.
And then I read the verse again. And I’m thinking, no, that’s just not right. “Love…does not delight in evil.” Is it evil to enjoy putting in a ginger fig, making her squirm until the paddle actually feels good like it’s scratching an itch? Bethie says so. Maybe that’s not the kind of evil the verse is talking about. But still.
All in all, I think (as far as your average spanko is concerned) she could have gotten herself a “spank me here” tattoo a few inches lower and saved herself a lot of ink.
If you like the whole slutty/lesbian/student/teacher/BDSM genre, do I have a treat for you! Kristina Rose is an inmate in an institution of lower learning. She (and they) are clear on how young ladies being crammed with knowledge (and whatever) are supposed to dress, but as soon as she gets some textbooks in her possession, she runs off to the ladies room and uses them as a footrest so she can get her pussy lips a little bit further apart for some quality masturbation time:
In other words, a little unclear on this “study” concept. But she’s enthusiastic about her “work”:
Trouble with institutions like this is, there’s always pervy teachers patrolling the bathrooms. And this one is no exception. Here’s Lorelei Lee snooping along when she scents trouble (aka unauthorized arousal) and bends over to peep under the stalls:
Eyeball to the stall crack tells the rest of the sordid tale, catching Kristina at a particularly unguarded moment:
And then it’s time for the big confrontation scene! Kristina of course gets dragged out by her ear, with her panties around her ankles. Cussing, screaming, denying everthing, some spanking and a firm hand in the hair gets her calmed down rapidly enough:
Professor Lorelei, an old hand at this sort of thing, isn’t afraid to confront her with the olfactory evidence, which soon puts a stop to her denials:
And then it’s time to move on to the more formal part of the punishment program. It’s to be paddles and whips and naked bondage, oh, my!