Caned In Pretty Lingerie
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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Yardstick Across Her Fingers
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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Spanked At Sears
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.
Kneeling (And Spanked) In Chains
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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Surly Whip-Mistress
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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Before And After The Whip
Poor girl, she’s just lounging innocently against a stone wall on a hot sunny day, enjoying the summer breezes in her lingerie. What could possibly go wrong?
The, the whip lands.
She’s stunned. It hurts!
Poor thing, I think she might cry:
From this Whipped Women gallery.
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A Spanking for Shahrazad
Early in the famous collection of Arabic stories known most popularly as The Arabian Nights, there’s a story called The Tale Of The Bull And The Ass. The Wazir is telling the story to his daughter Shahrazad to illustrate the dangers of trickery and thus to dissuade her from her scheming against the murderous king. But he also uses the opportunity to menace Shahrazad with a beating of her own, if she won’t desist from what he sees as her mad scheme.
The tale itself features a merchant with the gift of understanding animal speech, who is laboring under a deadly vow not to reveal anything that animals actually say. Awkward! Yet, when the merchant laughs aloud at something he hears pass between ass and bull, his wife simply must know the details:
“Needs must thou tell me the cause of that laugh,” said she, and he replied, “Thou wottest that when I prayed Allah to vouchsafe me understanding of the tongues of beasts and birds, I made a vow never to disclose the secret to any under pain of dying on the spot.”
“No matter,” cried she, “tell me what secret passed between the Bull and the Ass and die this very hour an thou be so minded;” and she ceased not to importune him till he was worn out and clean distraught. So at last he said, “Summon thy father and thy mother and our kith and kin and sundry of our neighbours,” which she did; and he sent for the Kazi and his assessors, intending to make his will and reveal to her his secret and die the death; for he loved her with love exceeding because she was his cousin, the daughter of his father’s brother, and the mother of his children, and he had lived with her a life of an hundred and twenty years.
Then, having assembled all the family and the folk of his neighbourhood, he said to them, “By me there hangeth a strange story, and ’tis such that if I discover the secret to any, I am a dead man.” Therefore quoth every one of those present to the woman, “Allah upon thee, leave this sinful obstinacy and recognise the right of this matter, lest haply thy husband and the father of thy children die.” But she rejoined, “I will not turn from it till he tell me, even though he come by his death.” So they ceased to urge her; and the trader rose from amongst them and repaired to an out house to perform Wuzu ablution, and he purposed thereafter to return and to tell them his secret and to die.
Now, daughter Shahrazad, that merchant had in his out houses some fifty hens under one cock, and whilst making ready to farewell his folk he heard one of his many farm dogs thus address in his own tongue the Cock, who was flapping his wings and crowing lustily and jumping from one hen’s back to another and treading all in turn, saying “O Chanti clear! how mean is thy wit and how shameless is thy conduct! Be he disappointed who brought thee up! Art thou not ashamed of thy doings on such a day as this!”
“And what,” asked the Rooster, “hath occurred this day?” when the Dog answered, “Doss thou not know that our master is this day making ready for his death? His wife is resolved that he shall disclose the secret taught to him by Allah, and the moment he so doeth he shall surely die. We dogs are all a mourning; but thou clappest thy wings and clarionest thy loudest and treadest hen after hen. Is this an hour for pastime and pleasuring? Art thou not ashamed of thyself?”
“Then by Allah,” quoth the Cock, “is our master a lack wit and a man scanty of sense: if he cannot manage matters with a single wife, his life is not worth prolonging. Now I have some fifty Dame Partlets; and I please this and provoke that and starve one and stuff another; and through my good governance they are all well under my control. This our master pretendeth to wit and wisdom, and he hath but one wife, and yet knoweth not how to manage her.”
Asked the Dog, “What then, O Cock, should the master do to win clear of his strait?” “He should arise forthright,” answered the Cock, “and take some twigs from yon mulberry tree and give her a regular back basting and rib roasting till she cry:–I repent, O my lord! I will never ask thee a question as long as I live! Then let him beat her once more and soundly, and when he shall have done this he shall sleep free from care and enjoy life. But this master of ours owns neither sense nor judgment.”
“Now, daughter Shahrazad,” continued the Wazir, “I will do to thee as did that husband to that wife.”
Said Shahrazad, “And what did he do?”
He replied, “When the merchant heard the wise words spoken by his Cock to his Dog, he arose in haste and sought his wife’s chamber, after cutting for her some mulberry twigs and hiding them there; and then he called to her, “Come into the closet that I may tell thee the secret while no one seeth me and then die.”
She entered with him and he locked the door and came down upon her with so sound a beating of back and shoulders, ribs, arms and legs, saying the while, “Wilt thou ever be asking questions about what concerneth thee not?” that she was well nigh senseless.
Presently she cried out, “I am of the repentant! By Allah, I will ask thee no more questions, and indeed I repent sincerely and wholesomely.” Then she kissed his hand and feet and he led her out of the room submissive as a wife should be.
Her parents and all the company rejoiced and sadness and mourning were changed into joy and gladness. Thus the merchant learnt family discipline from his Cock and he and his wife lived together the happiest of lives until death.
“And thou also, O my daughter!” continued the Wazir, “Unless thou turn from this matter I will do by thee what that trader did to his wife.”