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One of the BDSM activities that often overlaps with the spanking fetish is nettle play — the use of stinging nettles to administer pain and pleasure. There isn’t much “nettle porn” available on the net, but I recently obtained some nettle spanking pictures from the BDSM site The Pain Files. Here’s Gina getting whipped with a huge bunch of nettles:
In fact, let’s zoom in on that shot so we can see the nettles in their full leafy glory:
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I would have titled this post “Geeky Spanko Love” but “geeky” is one of those tricky words — even to folks who wear it proudly, it doesn’t always sound as good when somebody else says it. This time, though, I probably could have gotten away with it.
To see what I mean, you’ll want to read Ludwig’s account of catching the lovely Kaelah.
Of course, once you read Ludwig’s account you’ll have to acknowledge there’s some uncertainty as to who, exactly, caught whom. (Alternative post title #2: “Ludwig, Harvested.”) Not that it matters to the happy couple.
The details, of course, will be of interest to every lonely spanko out there. In a nutshell, she delurked (and wrote to him) in connection with a mass delurking event organized by Bonnie. A correspondence ensued and, you know, one thing led to another, in the usual pleasant way. (What? Of course “the usual pleasant way” involves roleplay and Klingon pain sticks on the third date. Doesn’t it?)
I think it’s worth pointing out that this account matches one of the classic patterns for finding kinky love on the internet. I’ve long felt that single spanko guys, especially, can stand to benefit from “putting themselves out there” with a blog or with sustained forum participation or with any similar long-format exposition of who they are and what they are about. Way back in 2004 I wrote the following:
My advice to spanking lovelorn guys: there are a startling number of women out there who want to be spanked and say they can’t find a man to do the job. The thing is, most of them aren’t going to want to meet you right away — that’s just too dangerous and freaky. So go and find yourself an online spanking community based around a bulletin board system and participate on the boards. Be yourself, be fun and funny if you can pull it off, and above all, be honest about who you are. Keep at it (we are talking months, here) and before you know it, women who now know you and like you will start sending you friendly emails and IMs on totally innocuous subjects. What you do then is left as an exercise for the student. Trust me, you’ll be harvested.
I speak from (happy) experience here.
When I wrote that, more than five years ago, blogs weren’t as easy to do as they are today, which is why I was still recommending spanking discussion forums rather than suggesting “start a blog.” Talk to Bethie, though, and she cheerfully admits that she read every one of the posts from the first six months of this blog before she started to, as she puts it, “sneak up on” me. However it’s done, something a bit “larger format” than the typical internet personal has a lot to recommend it. As, I suspect, Ludwig and Kaelah would currently be willing to testify.
The woman with the whip looks as if she means business:
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I didn’t really expect to enjoy this snow bondage photoshoot from Hogtied.com when I first saw it. Sure, grown women in fuzzy zippered sleeper pajamas with feet (just like I used to wear when I was four years old) have some potential; but this first photo reminded me uncomfortably of a hunter who has caught a deer. Er, no thanks.
However, things immediately heated up when we got to the nice lady in the red flannel jammies that open at the rear. Not quite a drop seat, but close! And, of course, a handy cane:
Although, seriously, dude. You’re in the woods. Hello, cut a switch?
After the caning, he was nice enough to let her cool her hot bottom in the snow:
Women, they always bring out our softer side…
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Here’s a vintage spanking magazine cover from a magazine that, sadly, I do not have:
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There’s a specially farcical air about the story Jailed. I think it has to do with the way implausible events are delivered in a perfect deadpan, as if they were the most normal things that could possibly happen:
The big troopers placed her face down over the horse, her belly resting on the top of the hard leather. While one held her legs, the other grabbed her hands and secured them to the metal legs. Then the same to her legs, spreading them almost four feet.
Her feet were completely off the ground and she squirmed to try and see behind her.
“Proceed with the warm up,” the Judge directed, and the two troopers started a hand slapping of the large spread ass before them. Lightly at first, then with considerably more authority.
Diane shrieked with shame and indignation as the hands bounced off her bountiful bum, thighs, and one or two slaps right between the legs!
“DAREN! OH DAREN! THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE!” Diane screamed as she saw her soon-to-be-ex-husband come into
the room. “THEY’RE BEATING ME TO DEATH!” she screamed again.“I am sorry darling, but I just got the call and came straight from the airport,” he lied, and advanced to his wife. He stroked her fleshy bottom and squeezed it a little.
“DAREN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Diane screamed.
“Oh, just looking,” he replied like a window shopper, “It’s been a while since I had a good look. Still sensitive back here?” he asked as he slid his index finger into her anus.
“DAREN STOP IT! GODDAMN YOU!” Diane screamed as her husband’s finger buried itself to the knuckle.
He pulled out his finger with an audible “plop” to the amusement of the others.
“I am afraid this court is out of my jurisdiction, but if you don’t mind, I should like to observe,” Daren stated.
“Of course, counselor,” the Judge stated, “always willing to help a colleague. Proceed with the punishment.”
“DAREN! YOU CAN’T MEAN THIS! YOU…” Diane’s plea was interrupted by the splat of the paddle on her bottom.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! three in quick succession had her howling like some injured animal. The large bottom shook and jiggled like so much jello as the trooper laid on another two swats.
Brought to you once again via the duplicating magic of Photoshop and the good offices of Chross and Mr. Hyde, we have Jessica Alba being spanked by her twin sister, also named Jessica:
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