A Slap In The Face

Here’s Bend Over Jessica on face slapping:

I really enjoy it when a dom slaps me across the face.

It’s a difficult thing to admit. For one, lots of people don’t approve of it, particularly in the CP scene as opposed to the BDSM scene. For them it is too derogatory and humiliating. Secondly, if you don’t do it right, you can hurt someone, catch their eye, bruise their cheek. Thirdly, I do vaguely consider myself to be a feminist and nothing screams ‘brute!’ more than a dom giving you a jolly good slap.

Which is probably why it’s so hideously erotic and insinuates itself evilly into my mind like a crack-addict in a hospital pharmacy.

There’s something about a dom, male or female, when I step over the line, showing me, quite clearly, that they are in charge and if I don’t behave myself straight away, there’s going to be a lot of pain in my near future. Nothing shows this quite so clearly as the unexpected slap on the cheek, which can be quite gentle, moving through sharp to the rocks-your-head-back type. There’s something about the shame, the burn of your skin as you feel your cheek prickle as the blood rushes to the fingerprints on your pale flesh.

Face slapping has no part of my play with Bethie, because she really wouldn’t like it and I’m not particularly inclined. Sometimes I mock-slap at her in a “Woman, I’m going to smite you!” sort of jocular way, but when I do, my hand moves at about the speed of a slow raindrop down a window, giving her plenty of time to prepare her “wounded pout” expression and duck out of the way.

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Bruised Spanked Bottom

Here’s another 3D SexVilla creation from Kink Land. In my mind’s ear, I can hear the man with the paddle saying, as he sets it down, “Don’t you dare move or stop doing what you’re doing. I’m going to take a picture.”

spanked blonde girl with sore bottom fingers herself

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The Best Way To Learn

I am nominating this as the spanking picture of the week. It’s much much larger on Kinky Delight:

schoolgirl caned during her french language lesson

Half-naked caning, it’s the best way to learn a language!

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Ping Pong Spanking

When you see a picture like this, it doesn’t take a ton of foresight to know how the ping pong game is going to go:

girl with cute butt playing ping pong

There’s going to be a spanking, of course!

a spanking with a ping pong paddle

But what you might not expect is this clever reinvention of the game of ping pong, to follow once she’s been convinced that it’s time to do what she’s told. Boobie pong, anyone?

spanking her breasts with two ping pong paddles

Pictures are from the Disgraced 18 website.

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Spanking FailMail Of The Week

Any of you who’ve been running blogs for awhile will be familiar with receiving “eccentric” emails. Some you answer, some you delete, some you leave in your inbox to marvel about and puzzle over. Mostly, I try to be nice, or at least Thumper-nice: If I can’t say something nice, I don’t say nothin’ at all.

But some of them… Words fail me, yes. But silence also fails me, this time.

Today’s example, in its entirety, spelling and capitalization exactly as original:

y DONT I SEE MORE F/f SPANKING FULE NUDTY HANDS OVER HEAD? WHERE CAN I FIND A YOUNG SEX SLAVE ABOUT 18

I stared at that, not even cataloging its manifest failings at first. The CAPSLOCK flail, the lack of pleasantries, the two completely unconnected questions, the radical disparity in difficulty between the two questions, the creepily specific focus on youth, the crap spelling and punctuation, the utter lack of effort to make smalltalk and a human connection before importuning me — none of these jumped out at me individually, not at first. I was too gobsmacked by the sheer alien feel of the thing.

I did not feel, do not feel, any of my normal instincts to be nice, to be helpful, to respond to this person (?) with something useful, or else to hold my peace. And why not? Because, at some level, this person has failed to behave in a way that feels human to me. There doesn’t seem to be enough in common, at a basic cognitive level, between us. My effort to construct a mental model of them (as we all must do when we interact with others) has aborted, and I’m staring at a metaphorical internal command line displaying blinking amber letters: “(A)bort, (R)etry, (C)ontinue…”

If you’ve gotten mails like this, I wonder whether you’ve tried to imagine the mental and physical universe from which such an email could originate. I literally cannot comprehend the mental and physical state of the human being who could compose that email, and send it, and think sending it to me was a good idea. What are their circumstances? What could they be thinking? What are their motives? What do they hope to achieve? And by what leap of self-delusion do they imagine that this email, composed in this fashion, might advance any of their goals?

It’s all a big mystery to me.

On the bright side, I’m wondering whether the DMV would sell me a FULE NUDTY vanity license plate…

New Paddle Naming Contest

John from Leather Thorn Paddles (who has sent us several very nice paddles over the years) is having another naming contest for a new product he’s rolling out. Bethie has all the details, so go see her post!

From my perspective, this new paddle remains woefully under-tested. Which means, there’s this weekend’s plan figured out. “Yoohoo, oh, Bethie, where ARE you…?”

No Good Service Goes Unpunished

The difficult part about being well-trained is that no matter how impeccable your service, you’ll probably still get a spanking:

slave wife amber serves

slave amber serves

a spanking for a slave wife

Of course, for many girls, “that’s not a bug, it’s a feature!”

Photo credits: Sex And Submission. More in this shoot.

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