Spanking And Hair Pulling
This vintage spanking shot by legendary BDSM guy Rick Savage nicely combines spanking and hair pulling. “Are you listening to me, young lady?”
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Photos Of Every Spanking
I’ve added a new spanking blog to the list, called Spanking, Sex, and Other Dirty Stuff. Most posts are by “Slave Justine”, and she doesn’t always write a lot of details. However, each post, like this one, is faithfully accompanied by very pretty photos of her spanked and caned bottom:
I was punished with the “cane” last night. I wrote “cane” because it is not a cane… No, it is MUCH worse than a cane… And it hurts like hell… (actually I had managed to hide it for a long time, but one night when we were talking about it I managed (yes, I know I’m stupid), to tell him were I had hidden it).
But maybe I should tell you why I was punished?
Well, it all started with a party where I got a bit drunk and I started to smoke some cigarettes. And, as you know, I’m not aloud to smoke. So, Master got angry at me, and then he took my handbag and there he found my cigarette-pack… And he broke it in two, with all the cigarettes inside. I got really angry then, and then I actually let my drink down on masters back. Could I be more stupid?!?
We went home early, and then Master caned me.
Punished For Graffiti
This looks like the start of a new anti-graffiti campaign, at some sort of lesbian boarding school from hell. First, the bondage detention:
Then it’s time for the caning of the naked juvenile delinquent:
From Chanta’s Bitches.
Stylish OTK Spanking
One of the nice things about this stylish girl-girl OTK spanking from Hustler’s Taboo Magazine is the collection of spanking implements hanging on the wall. Why do I get the feeling this is just the warmup?
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Zille Loves Birching
A really nice account here of Zille deFeu’s first birching, which she greatly enjoyed:
Over the side of the bed I went, and the first birch rod was taken to my backside. He pulled down my gym shorts, first, and I though, “Oh fuck, am I in trouble!” And I waited for the first blow, not having the slightest notion what kind of pain I was in for.
Well, the first blow hit, and you know what – I love birching! That’s not to say it didn’t hurt, obviously, but it was a totally bearable, really exciting pain! If my mouth had not been gagged I might have accidentally burbled, “Ooooh! Hit me again!” Of course he did, anyway. Thirty strokes later, he let me have a breather.
I didn’t want no breather! More, more, more! He said, “I think five more will do …” because he couldn’t tell where I was at, due to being gagged and masked. I shook my head and held out my hand, and then opened and closed it six times. He got the message of “Thirty more, please!” and he went for the other birch rod!
As mumbojumble had said, the thicker rods were quite different from the thinnest ones. Not harder to take, the thin ones were certain the worst, but an excellent mix of stingy-thuddy. I loved every second of the next thirty, even when I started moaning in pain.
He sat down beside me, letting me have another breather. I don’t remember what he said that would have let me have an “out” if it was all too much, but I reached back with my hand, and with my finger drew “90” on his leg.
Of course, my Master is a man who believes in rounded numbers, so I got 100 total!
For the last twenty, he had me kneel between his legs, head pressed against his rock-hard cock, and he reached down and hit me with vertical strokes. Oh! Those stung! And got me to this crest of the wave of pain – where the pain was this thing of beauty, and I could barely breath for the perfection of it. (Yes, I was quite high on endorphins. But that’s how it felt!!!)
She has also posted pictures that are really authentic and hot, although sadly she’s got her watermark slathered right across the middles of a couple of them, which destroys much of their attraction. Why do people disfigure their own art? I’ll never understand that.
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Plastic Hairbrush Spanking
I don’t know about you, but I love it when I see somebody putting so much passion and concentration into their work:
From Spanking Teen Brandi.
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Bonnie’s Vacation Spanking
So it seems Bonnie and her husband went to a nice resort (the paddle traveled in her luggage, of course) and she got a good spanking. But she also got a chance to show off her red bottom:
Without the constraints of time, Randy apparently felt free to vary the pacing and the intensity of my paddling. I’m not certain how long I was actually bent over that chair, but it sure seemed like a long time. He would talk to me for a while, deliver a bunch of swift swats, and then casually return to his one-sided discussion. I’d love to share what he said, but by this stage, I was off in my own happy spanko place.
When he decided that I had had enough, Randy tossed the paddle aside. He knelt down next to my ear and told me that he loved me. He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me sweetly. He rubbed my very sore bottom. I found all of this attention a tremendous turn on and I was ready to jump into bed (or wherever else he might please). That outcome, I soon learned, would have to wait a while longer.
“Let’s go swimming!” my man announced. I was quite unprepared for that turn of events.
“C’mon, Bon, get your swimsuit on.”
By this point, I understood his game. He wanted to parade my red bottom around the grounds. He knows this is a scenario I both love and hate. I am a little bit of an exhibitionist, but I fear the consequences of having my kink revealed. I complied with his instructions and donned my new salmon and cream-colored, one-piece bathing suit. When I bought it, I recalled thinking that just because I am a grandmother doesn’t mean I have to be unattractive. When I recognized that there wasn’t enough pink fabric to cover the freshly reddened flesh beneath, I made a mental note to settle for the grandma look the next time.
Just as I pulled my cover-up around my waist and started to fasten it, Randy gave me a disapproving look. “Do I have to spank you AGAIN?” he exclaimed. I quickly abandoned that strategy and grabbed a towel for the pool.
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