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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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This is from the good old days, when a girl dressed up for her punishment caning, if she knew what was good for her:

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Mia Lelani goes to what looks like a really bad school. And Nika Noire isn’t the world’s nicest teacher, either. You can already tell that poor Mia is in trouble:

The yardstick across the fingertips has got to smart:

From Chanta’s Bitches.

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Alison Tyler recently sent me a .pdf of a new spanking story she released recently, in which Our Heroine fails to be a good girl during a shopping trip to Sears, and pays quite a price in public humiliation:

As my fingers tripped over an adorable leopard nightie, I felt a menacing presence directly behind me.

“We’re not looking for your things today,” he murmured, right in my ear. “We’re looking for something for me. And if my spoiled little brat can’t get that fact into her head, I’ll have to beat it into her ass.”

I spun to tell him that I’d be good, that I’d pay attention and not be so irritable. But the look on Jarred’s face let me know I’d pressed my luck too far. Before I could speak a word in my defense, Jarred began dragging me toward the furniture section.

“Hon, the televisions are over there…”

“Don’t say a word,” he replied, and I caught the tone in his voice that always twists something deep inside of me. When I checked his expression, a shiver ran through me. Not only did he have his spanking voice in place, his jaw was set in that way he gets when the only two things in his head are his hand and my bottom.

“Not here,” I started, and I could feel that gray funk lift. I no longer wished I was home watching Sex and the City and eating bonbons. I wished I were anywhere but here. At the grocery store behind some tired matron with seventy-two coupons. At the movies, in back of a rude couple who never stopped talking. Even out to lunch with my never-will-approve-of-me in-laws. Anywhere but Sears.

Because Jarred had found what he was looking for, a great big bear of an armless recliner faced away from the main drag, and he sat himself down and pulled me directly over his lap.

“Jesus,” I snapped, in a way I knew I shouldn’t have as soon as I heard the sound of my own voice. “You can’t be serious,” I said in a softer purr.

He answered that statement in a heartbeat, with his palm rather than his words. Before I could protest any further, he delivered five strong blows to my sundress-covered behind. The pain shut me up for a minute, but only a minute. As soon as I caught my breath, I continued begging. “Let’s go outside,” I tried. “To the truck.” I wriggled and squirmed, but not for the reasons Jarred must have thought. Truly, I was doing my best to
keep myself covered.

See, what Jarred didn’t know—at least, what he didn’t know yet—was the fact that my ultimate fuck you to him this morning had been to go commando…

The story is called “Sass” and it’s not quite free; Alison is selling it for a trivial sum in .pdf and Kindle formats (purchase links are at the bottom of this post).

If you’re wondering why I’m blogging about a story you have to buy — something Spanking Blog traditionally has not done very often — it’s because I’m fascinated by this brave new world of electronic publishing. Amidst the ashes of the 20th-century “dead trees and warehouses and fleets of trucks” publishing models, a host of authors and would-be publishers are experimenting with ebook reader devices and file formats and business models, trying their creative best to find ways to get paid for writing fiction. Although I doubt that selling individual erotic short stories for a buck will be a major part of the model that’s finally going to prevail, Alison’s spanking fiction is something I value. We collectively need to find a way for authors like her to get paid, and — given that she’s also been a good sport in the past about experiments that involved buying advertisements on Spanking Blog — I decided to help out with this week’s experiment. Plus, of course, there’s the fact that I liked the story; and if I didn’t tell you where to find it, I couldn’t have quoted from it.

There’s enough excuse to post this link to a Sex And Submission photo shoot in this photograph of Kristine, kneeling in chains for a riding crop spanking:

Bondage enthusiasts will also appreciate the appearance of the rarely-seen “shrew’s fiddle” restraints:

However, my real reason in sharing this particular shoot is so that I can call your attention to this explicit anal sex photograph, made all the more spicy by the vivid cane marks on Kristine’s bottom.

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Tell me please, why is the girl with the whip looking so surly? What is this, 19th-century proto-Goth Emo porn?

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