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After years of leaving switches for naughty girls who can’t take a hint, it appears that Santa Claus has finally updated his methods, and has begun administering badly needed spankings directly:
Merry Christmas everybody!
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A Thanksgiving application of leather belt to eager pussy, via Letters From A Seraglio:
The belt came later, on Thanksgiving Day.
I don’t know how we got started. But I remember lying on the bed, listening to Robbie in my kitchen, putting things away, and feeling my arousal grow. Sometimes I feel there is a cord of connection between us; when one of us feels the love and the excitement, the other does too. It stretches and pulls on both of us.
He came into the bedroom where I was lying and looked at me. We might have exchanged words. But I also pulled my long skirt up to my waist and opened my legs wide. I had been pumping my hips against empty air for several minutes, and my sex felt lustrous and swollen.
He stripped. He went and got his belt. He looked at me; he looks at me so intently, and so dangerously at times, I shiver with the desire I feel radiated back at me. He wrapped the belt in two and he hit the sole of my right foot with it, twice. It hurt more than I expected it to.
He looked at my cunt. “You know, when you felt the belt, your cunt just opened another quarter of an inch and pussy juice gushed out.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured.
Standing next to me as I was stretchd out along the bed, he moved up my body, bringing the belt to my breasts. I was lying on my hands, restraining myself, still with my legs butterflied out. He hit both breasts just once. I moaned and looked down; the nipples were tight berries of arousal. “It’s so awful,” I said.
“What is so awful?”
“You want to deny you like it, but your body betrays you. Traitor body. I’ve read other people talk about this but I never felt it so much until now.”
He shrugged and gave an “Oh dear, your life is sooooo terrible”, sardonic twist of his mouth. Then he beat my breasts again, several times each, hard.
By the time he got to my pussy, I was so turned on I was about to come. He cracked the belt down hard on my thighs and then twice, right on my clit. I was still on the brink of orgasm. “Do you want more?” he asked. I was confused; I definitely wanted more. He clarified. “Do you want to come first and then have more? Or do you want more now?”
“More now.”
Crack. Crack. Crack. I came. The belt cracked down maybe half a dozen more times—I would have relished twice as much as he gave me, but being greedy is no good. I came twice more.
I appreciated the “traitor body” remark. Bethie usually starts chiding her nipples: “Stupid nipples! I do not like that!” But of course, she does.
I found three explicit views of a really sore bottom in the free promo photos included with this Whipped Ass shoot. She’s got red stripes and cane cuts and — apparently, judging by her creamy appearance — she’s loving it.
You gotta love visible evidence of female arousal.
Screen captures from the new site Elite Spanking show a spanking furniture innovation that tickles my funny bone. See the hole in the table?
Yup, it’s set up like a pillory, to keep her head down and her bottom in the air:
Fun and funny!
Chross has published the clipping of an Ann Landers advice column from 1960, in which some snoopy sister wants to know what is mentally wrong with her brother-in-law considering that he “finds some phony excuse to spank his wife at least twice a month” and “keeps a ping-pong paddle in the bedroom for this purpose.”
Me, I’m thinking this sounds like good clean fun, and apparently the spanked wife agrees: “My sister says he’s a swell guy and even went so far as to defend him by admitting she usually deserves the spankings.”
Of course good old stick-up-her-ass Ann had her usual judgmental nonsense to reply with, which is why I’m neither quoting nor republishing the column in full. But I did want to show you the quite fun cartoon it was illustrated with:
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I find the artwork very pretty and distinctive on this whipping scene from Usenet:
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It’s been awhile since we’ve blogged spanking links from Violet Blue; she’s hella busy these days and I suspect not getting her bottom properly and regularly tended to. But today she dropped a link to a great Instructable on how to carve the foam off a ping-pong paddle so that you can leave any simple design on somebody’s bottom by simply spanking them:
The instructions are pretty simple. The Spanking Blog summary, in the best internet meme tradition, goes like this:
1) Get paddle.
2) Print art.
3) Tape art to paddle.
4) Cut along lines.
5) Scrape out the foam inside the lines.
6) Spank people.
7) ???
8) Profit!
But of course the Instructables version is more detailed, with handy tips and tricks, and the internet equivalent of Arlo’s 8″x10″ color glossy photographs with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one explaining what it was about.
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