Japanese Lesbian Whipping
From somewhere deep in the archives of the vast Japanese porn industry:
From somewhere deep in the archives of the vast Japanese porn industry:
I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of this working in practice, but the fantasy of being “forced” to exercise and getting spanked if you don’t work hard enough is something that I’ve seen go by on numerous spanking blogs. Here’s the blonde lesbian gym version of the scene:
Image credit is Taboo magazine, but you can see a larger version of this photo (and two more from the same spread) in this post at Spank Slaves: The Blog.
So tell me, has anybody ever had positive results (defined however you like) from an exercise regime that was enforced by the threat of, or actual administration of, spanking discipline? If you’ve tried this in your relationship, please share your experience in the comments! (Links are welcome, if you’ve blogged about this elsewhere.)
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I have been amused for awhile to witness the sultry looks and suggestive gazes the Obamas exchange in public; it’s obvious to me that they are in love and still hot for each other, which is a refreshing change from the usual coldly formal political spousery you see in American politics. So I was doubly amused to see the video (with analysis) at Adele Haze’s blog, showing what to my eye is clearly a familiar smack that Barak aimed at Michelle’s bottom:

Watching the video, you’ll see him pull the smack at the last moment and convert it to an equally-friendly pat on her lower back, but I have no personal doubt it was a nick-of-time “save” as he realized how many people were watching his incipient ass-smack. Other people don’t see it that way, but when it comes to celebrity spankings, Spanking Blog is a shameless tabloid — give me a rumor and a bad camera angle, and friends we have a story!
Of course, there’s no telling which of them does more of the spanking when the cameras are off, in the privacy of their bedroom; I, for one, have no difficulty imagining Michelle Obama in Halle Berry’s leather Catwoman outfit, only, doing a much better job with the whip:

Er, did I say that out loud?
Warning: No politics in the comments. None. Thank you.
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Looks like she may have given herself a smack:

This photo is by French photographer Geoffroy de Boismenu, from a series called “She Says Yeah”.
This post goes out to all the people whose spanking fetish overlaps with a good old-fashioned panty-hose fetish:
Pictures are courtesy of Girls Boarding School.
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I think this cheesy pulp book cover image is supposed to be, or at least suggest, a ruler spanking; but unless he’s planning to stoop, a lot, the angles and distances are all wrong:
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Abel, he of The Spanking Writers, posted this nice bit about giving “Smudge” her first caning. Excerpt:
Since Smudge started commenting on the blog earlier in the year, and we started swapping notes, she’d always confessed to a sheer terror of the cane. She’d stayed with us a few weeks ago, and been spanked for the first time – her heart pounding as she stretched over my lap. She was so sweet, so brave. But the rattan? It had taken her until the third morning before she could even face looking at a cane, never mind taking a succession of light whacks and that one harder stroke. Only, it wasn’t that hard, really. Just a taster. For what was to come.
This time was different. I held the Malaysian cane in my hand: thin, long, flexible, whippy. She looked at me, looked at it; I could see her weighing the implications of what she was about to do. And then she stepped forward.
She bent over with her hands on the desk, did our sweet heroine; I made her bend lower, straighten her legs, present her backside properly. Smudge’s six were going to be done right. She looked back at me in the mirror that ran the length of the desk. (Was it too cruel to make a girl watch her first caning, to be a spectator at the event?). I measured out the cane – and started her journey.