Caned In The Mud
If you like playing in the mud and making mud pies, you might enjoy this muddy caning:
From this shoot at Wired Pussy.
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Whipped By The Road
Another fun story from Informed Consent:
I am getting whipped with Sir’s new bullwhips, while tied to a tree on his estate in Hungary. I suddenly realise that the thing I thought was a dirt track behind the orchard is a road all the local villagers drive/cycle down to get into Szeged, the closest city.
He proceeded to whip me as more and more people and cars went past and I got more and more whiny … untile he informed me that as I was tied to a very hefty tree facing the road and there was a dense orchard in the way, they could not see my nudity, and even if they could, it was his land and he could therefore do whatever he wanted on it.
And could I kindly shut up, as he wanted to focus on his technique.
And thus he proceeded, and then fucked me silly. I am convinced that even if they didn’t see me they must have heard me.
Strike This!
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.
Caned In Her Dormitory Bed
The ignominious nature of this naked caning position only reinforces its efficiency:
Picture credit: Girls Boarding School.
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Improvised Whip
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.
Spanking And Oral Sex … For An Audience
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…
