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From Swan at The Heron Clan:

He began to talk about what He wanted to do with me and to me. He spoke low about wanting to take me over His knee and blister me, while I squirmed and cried and begged. He talked of sending me to the corner with the rubber punishment strap to contemplate how much it would hurt landing over and over on my already bruised and burning bottom, until I was ready to come to Him and ask for the strapping that He would give me. He mused about how rainy our weather has been, and wondered if the spring wouldn’t bring a particularly plentiful crop of switches; saying that it would be good to keep me switched on a regular basis.

At first, I wanted to contradict the images He was creating. After all, I had not done anything to warrant such harsh beatings… I’d been “good…” But somehow, the words caught me, and I didn’t fuss at Him. I simply let myself fall into the stories He was telling me — stories like I might have told myself in the dark, lonely, silence of the night. I relaxed into His embrace, followed His words and His voice, let His strong hands work their magic, and began to rise to the heat that He was creating.

This time, when we came together to make love, I was more than ready to follow the trail on which He had set me travelling.

Aw, isn’t this sad? A schoolgirl lost in penitence:

Found at Spanking Pics.

Here’s from Whipped Women is an unusual sort of method for keeping a whipped girl in position:

Just make her stand on something so tall, she doesn’t dare break position for fear of falling!

To risky in actual play for my taste, but it makes for a nice photoset.

See Also:

• Punishing The Twins
• Stable Girl Whipped
• Very Sore Feet
• A Solid Breast Spanking
• Big Spanking Bench

This looks like a good old fashioned wife spanking, as practiced in the upper classes:

Here’s a funny account of a switching, posted by Gwen at Devlin O’Neill’s Weblog:

Several years ago I experienced my first switching. The lead-up was fantastic, the lecture I received beforehand made my knees literally weak. My anxiety level was sky high as I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and lift me over a wide lap.

The action began, we were into it for about 1/2 minute and … besides the intense stinging on my upturned posterior, with each stroke I could feel little thumping sensations on my back, my head, my arms … and I could hear my date saying, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ … (Hey, that’s *my* line … )

It took me a second to realize that, each time he took a swipe at me with the switch, little bits and pieces of the branches were snapping off and the air-born missiles were flying *every where* in every direction, hitting me, hitting him, littering the bed and carpet … and it was a RIOT because behind me I was hearing, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ I’m sure they were getting him directly in the face. I was trying hard not to laugh, trying to be a *good* naughty girl, but Gawd, if you can’t laugh, what’s the point, right? After almost taking one in the eye, he grumbled, ‘Forget this!’, tossed the unwieldy switch to the floor and finished the job with his faithful hand. That would be when I stopped laughing.

A perfect bottom in the perfect pose for a perfect flogging:

From Sex And Submission.

This cheerful little panel from an unknown comic book shows what looks to me like a domestic discipline sort of belt spanking scene:

From Usenet.