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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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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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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Every now and then Sex And Submission comes up with an especially spankable model. Case in point: Phoenix Marie. She’s a whole armful of woman with plenty of spankable assets, well displayed in this shoot even before the spreader bar and pussy whip come into play:
It’s all just part of the act at Sorlie’s Travelling Vaudeville Show:
I generally stay away from the “lad mags” like FHM, but sometimes they post a good picture:
Another old book cover:

“She learned about sex the hard way — a peculiar way!”
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We never see enough of that classic instrument of French domestic discipline, the martinet. Once could wish for more detail in these photos of a “French Maid” getting a martinet whipping, but they serve:
From Lupus Spanking.
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