Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

I’m not sure what generic discussion of male sexual frustration in marriage this cartoon originally illustrated, but I thought readers of this spanking blog might be likely to have a very different reaction to the “on strike” panties than the cartoonist intended:

At my house, panties like this would go over something like this: “Hey, nifty panties. They say right on them where to strike!” {Smack!}

And no, I have no idea why Bethie never wears the panties with the canes printed right on them.

The ignominious nature of this naked caning position only reinforces its efficiency:

Picture credit: Girls Boarding School.

See Also:

• Balcony Caning
• Please Sir, Not The Belt...
• Unhappy Spanked Schoolgirl
• The Tawse For A Tough Customer
• Over His Knee: Two Views
• Bribing Her Way Out Of A Caning?
• Prayer Will Not Save You From This Punishment
• Cute Girl Gets A Bedroom Caning

The bondage looks pretty token, but I like the hand-made looking whip, constructed (it looks to me) from straps of patent leather stapled to a stick:

From Usenet.

From Informed Consent, a summer’s day dalliance:

I was with my girlfriend on her roof top, high above Edinburgh enjoying the sunshine some cold beer and a spliff. We could hear the sound of leather on willow and the applause from the assembled spectators drifting up from Inverleith cricket ground.

One thing led to another as it does, and jeans came off bras were unfastened and knickers came down, yes things were getting hot, I gave her arse a bit of a slapping for good measure, then got down to some serious tongue work. X girl was by this time giving it large with the vocal stuff, making it quite clear what she wanted more of.

Our senses seemed to become heightened, the sounds became loude,r orgasm girl said “what’s that cheering?” “The cricket ground”, I replied. We sat up and looked around, on the roof of the building opposite (which had hitherto been empty) sat a row of guys in deck chairs applauding and cheering wildly, some waving cans of beer. We replaced clothes with as much dignity as we had left (not a lot) and made our way to the stairs trying hard to look like we didn’t care…

I always knew there was something kinky about cricketers:

From nataliedee.com.

I like these two shots from the slave training of Maya Matthews at The Training of O. First she gets carried away:

And then, although we do not see the actual spanking in this picture, it’s clear that her bottom is being handled in a most proprietary fashion:

From the Spanking Delights blog, Jake decides it’s time to try out his new canes:

Once I had Nomi face down over the bed, I slapped her with right hand, and built up a nice rhythm and the colouring came up quickly.

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The warmth in her bottom was transferring to my hand and so I decided to use our lovely yellow rubber spoon. It makes the most delightful clapping sound. I beat that bottom making the force of the slap harder and harder and I started to talk about the fact that she had been pushing the time that she was going to bed to being later and later. In a very girly voice, she apologised and I took that as a sign that she needed to be beaten harder and the colouring was so vivid on her buttocks. This continued for a while and then the went back to using my hand. I was impressed that my hand was causing her such discomfort. It was a pleasure to watch.

Then it was time for the new canes and I started off with the short straight cane with the comfortable rubber grip. It is so easy to use and it is so easy to strike the buttocks with, for a new flicks of the wrist I was able to cause the easiest of pain. Nomi cried out and I told her that it was good to hear her in agony.

After twelve strokes, I changed to the thinner of the three canes. It was so nice and made a lovely sound as it cut through the air. It makes a thinner line on the bottom and as I flick my wrist a tad more, it easily causes more discomfort as was event by the squeals that were escaping from Nomi. I increased the pressure and the cane did a perfect job of striking her bottom.

Mr. Whippy came into play and I was going to make sure that Nomi felt the last 24 strokes. I was careful to in force the message about keeping us up late and the sleep nearly all day. The cane bit into the flesh and Nomi was controlling her breathing and her low moans were telling me that this was more than a punishment. It was turning Nomi on, it was easy to tell.