Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

This ErosBlog post has had me thinking about “the rules” for talking to people about sex and kinkiness. The post linked there (by Greta Christina) talks about how people don’t talk about sex in any detail. While that may be true in the aggregate, it’s been surprising to me just how open many people are about sex and kink, and how many details they do share, especially with trusted friends and select family members.

Which doesn’t mean it isn’t both awkward and funny, sometimes, as Natty describes:

In the last two days I have twice found myself in the position of tutoring someone on the topic of S/M and spanking.

The first tutorial was brief and, er…uncomfortable as my tutee was my mother. See I’ve strongly suspected that part of the reason her current (fourth) marriage is not working out is that her husband may actually be submissively oriented, as is she.

…

So yesterday as she was driving me to Trader Joe’s and talking about her husband, I finally just blurted out, “why doesn’t he just go to a dominatrix already!”

“What’s a dominatrix?”

Was she serious?

“You know, a woman a guy pays to have order him around and often, you know, whip him and what not…you know, S/M and what not,” I tried to explain.

“What’s S/M?”

My jaw dropped. For a woman who has always seemed to be this fount of sexual information, I was shocked.

“You know dominance and submission. Where one person’s sorta in charge in the bedroom…In fact, I’ve often thought that you, with your obsession about having a husband who is the head of the household and takes care of you, would totally be into domestic discipline…”

“What’s that?”

I took a deep breath. Then shook my head.

“I should probably talk about this later and do my shopping,” I said grabbing the car door handle. “You can look it up on the Internet.”

“Good idea.”

The Loving Domestic Discipline page probably had a few hits from Clackamas, Oregon last night.

I’ve actually been toying with talking to my mom about the whole DD thing for awhile. Yet aside from the ick factor, there’s also the concern that if she did totally get into the whole thing, I’d never be able to go to a spanking event in Portland again without my mom being there (yes, she’s little Miss Outgoing).

See Also:

• Moms I'd Love To Spank (MILS?)
• Lying To Your Children
• Talking To Mom About Spanking

She ought to get an “A” for effort, but cute as this particular effort is, it’s not gonna get his shoes polished as well as some polish and a rag would:

So what she gets is a spanking, instead.

I’m sure he later gave her plenty of chances to lick something else….

From Fucked and Bound.

See Also:

• Caning Her Toes, Caning Her Tender Bits
• Licking And Spanking

There’s apparently quite a history of self-flagellation in the church. The scourging of Jesus set the holy example, and there was seen to be a vital need to punish the sinful flesh and discipline the wayward mind, to suppress lustful and otherwise sinful thoughts. Presumably it indeed had an aversive power, like the folks who have learned to stop smoking by snapping a rubber band on their wrist every time they think of having a cigarette.

That said, somehow I doubt that self-flagellation in the church was often this pretty to watch:

See Also:

• Whipping A Nun
• The Most Infamous Whipping
• Nun Spanking

Or rather, one of them gives a spanking while the other makes (presumably comic) remarks:

This comes from my thick backlog of spanking images to blog, and sadly, I don’t have time this morning to try and google up some provenance. If anybody knows the movie, the actress, et cetera, I’m sure there will be readers who will be happy to see that information in the comments.

Which is a polite way of saying “Dance, minions, dance!” {grin}

See Also:

• Sweet Sorority Spanking
• Hot Summer Spanking
• Another Movie Spanking

You’ve got to like any porn shoot that starts out with an image of generous breasts in bondage peril. Promising, no?

But, will there be any real caning?

Trust, and fear not:

And that’s not the best of it. It’s nonstop rough rope, red caning welts, and (dare I say it? The female hands lubed to the wrist say that I may) rampant lesbianism. From Wired Pussy.

See Also:

• Viciously Caned Boob
• Prison Cell Spankings
• Lesbian Sorority Spanking?
• Girls School Lesbians, Punished

Remember the Czech illustrator Neprakta? Spank Slaves: The Blog has a great forest spanking illustration by him:

See Also:

• A Neprakta Caning
• Neprakta Whipping Post Scene
• Unknown Spanking Artist

It’s always fun when they are defiant:

Chris seemed to have decided that it was a good idea to accuse both Mike and I of being as she said “Man-Sluts.” All that got from me was a sarcastic “Careful, keep talking to me like that and I’ll just have to put you right over my knee.” Well I’ll be damned if I didn’t see a bit of a wink as she said “Bring it on, I don’t think you really have the guts.”

What’s that you say? A challenge? Well, too late to back down now! Before Chris knew it I had wrestled her out of her chair and right over my lap, and she could do nothing but squirm as I held her down and delivered at least 14 decently hard swats over her tight jeans.

She has a decent sized ass, well proportioned rather than just big, and perfect for a good spanking. Pretty sensitive too, judging by the yelps I got toward the last few smacks. I half expected her to get up and slap me after that, but she just laid there over my lap, and soon turned her head toward me with a bit of a smirk on her face. Then a sly “Is that the best you can do?” came out of her lips. I looked over at Mike, and he just nodded. Another challenge? Time to raise the stakes.

I just looked at her with that devious look in my eyes, getting an equally curious look back. I slowly slid my hands up her sides, and before she could react, grabbed her nipples and pinched them. Hard.

She yelped, and tried to move, but by that time Mike had already moved around and placed a restraining hand on her back. I could see a couple tears start to form in her eyes, so I let go and brought my arms around her back to hold her down over my lap. By this time I had made enough distraction that she didn’t notice Mike remove his belt, nor me take the handy handcuffs from my backpack (what can I say, those things are handy, never know when you might need them.) Mike quickly lashed down right across her sexy ass with his belt, getting a scream out of her and causing her hands to fly to her backside, at which point I simply handcuffed her.

Before she knew it I had her around the waist, and Mike took her legs, and we bent her far over the arm of her couch. I held her tight there, leaned down, and whispered “You still think we don’t have the guts?” I was quite intrigued when she whispered a slightly sobbed “Prove it” right back to me. I turned to Mike and simply nodded.

*CRACK*

Mike’s belt lashed across the middle of her jeans-clad ass, getting a quickly stifled yelp out of her pretty lips.

*CRACK*

Mike went for the middle of her thighs this time, causing her to kick her legs slightly, and she once again stifled a yelp.

*CRACK*

Mike hit right in the middle between her ass and thighs, forcing a short scream out of her lips and making her try to double over even more, except there was a couch arm in her way.

*CRACK*

Just above the middle of her ass. I could see her eyes getting slightly redder.

*CRACK*

Just below the middle of her ass. I could see a couple tears start to form, and a good yelp came out. She was having trouble holding it back now.

*CRACK*

Tops of her thighs. Another good yelp, and her eyes were getting rather watery now.

*CRACK*

Bottoms of her thighs, just above the backs of her knees. This one got a good scream, and the tears weren’t getting held back anymore. Mike wound up and got ready for a power hit. This one was going to be good.

*CRAAACK!!!*

Oh yeah, that was a good one. one of his hardest, right in the fleshiest parts of her ass. She screamed pretty loud that time, and just kept right on sobbing. The tears were flowing good now, and had she not been cuffed and held down she’d be rubbing her ass very well. I leaned over her, whispering in her ear in my powerful voice “So, are you sorry now for trying to call us gutless man-sluts?”

Well, damned if that stubborn girl didn’t give me a totally defiant look and say to me between sobs “It’s going to take way more than that to get an apology out of me, man-slut.”

From Chris and the Rec Room by Kryptik Kruiser.