Puppy Girls Bite
It’s important to remember, if you’re prone to whipping your puppy girl while you’re scantily clad: she might bite!
From Vintage Spanking.
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Lollipop Spankings
Look what Violet found! Too late for Halloween here, but pretty goth girls spanking with candy cannot be ignored. Let the spankings begin:
Sure, it’s a bit foolish to spank with something that fragile, but just look at the array of replacement lollypops waiting to be broken over that bottom!
Pretty quickly it becomes pure candy carnage:
And now we come to the happy ending of our sweet tale, candy-spanked bottom nicely reddened:
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Monmouth Spanks Libby
It’s time for another one of Monmouth’s libidinous assignations:
Libby brought a pair of leather handcuffs and a seductively purple blindfold to our first meeting. With them on, her hands restrained and her eyes covered, she compliantly bends over, kneels and sucks. I’ve added various elements to this — a buttplug, bondage tape, and a smooth, flat wooden ruler for spanking her bottom bright, throbbing red — but the cuffs and the blindfold always come out.
This time, they were the first thing on the menu. As soon as her hands were cuffed and her eyes covered Libby sank into a state of aroused malleability, not speaking except for the occasional response to my questions. I told her to bend over the bed, and when I pulled her skirt up to expose her bottom the motion was met with a sharp intake of breath.
In this state I barely need to touch her. I do, of course, but it’s such a delicious anticipation, waiting and not touching her where she wants to be touched. My hand hovered over her prone bottom — then striking suddenly and without warning.
Every slap of my hand seems to push her deeper. She was silent, until I stopped to run my finger down the length of the fabric of her lacy thong in between the reddening globes of her ass. Just a little intake of breath and she spread her legs a bit. Inviting my fingers.
Not so fast.
I gave her another round of hard slaps with the palm of my hand, and when my fingers returned to stroke the insides of her thigh, I could feel the wetness of the fabric. I pulled it aside and teased her labia for a bit with my thumb, not going near her clit.
She wanted it urgently, but she didn’t want it just yet.
Pausing the mistreatment of her bottom, I reached for the wooden ruler. Thin, flat, and polished smooth, the wood had a good heft and spring in my hand. I imagine it felt cool against the flushed skin of her behind when I rested it lightly on the curve.
Another sharp intake of breath.
The ruler made a satisfyingly sharp sound on impact with her skin. I spanked her with it a few times. Then rested. Gave it another round. Rest. And so on, varying the speed, intensity and force, all the while wondering at what point this would turn from game to pain, from “yes” to…
At some point I stopped and stripped off my clothes while she waited behind the blindfold, wondering what next.
When she felt the tip of my cock against her lips she smiled and opened wide.
Spanking Stool
Lately I’ve been developing a furniture fetish of sorts. I see a handy ginormous spanking stool and I want one just like it:
But then I get, er, sucked into the rest of the story. First, our man can’t resist stepping around to the rear to conduct some important business, tucking the riding crop into his hip pocket:
And then, of course, it’s cleanup time!
From The Training Of O.
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Slavish And The Nettles
Slavish writes about a spanking evening among the nettles:
Last Thursday evening saw me with my arms outstretched and trying very hard to hold still while Master nettled my nipples. Normally i would have managed quite well but my period was due and my nipples were very sensitive so i was squirming about all over the place.
For each squirm i got whacked on the front and inner thighs, ouchy ouch. Left me with some fantastic bruises.
Ended up with me straddled over a kitchen chair which had a large bunch of nettles lying on the seat. Eventually my legs gave way and i ended up with a very nettled ass and cunt.
Who knew herbalism held such pleasures?
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Spankable Fairy Bookplate
Maybe I’ve been spank-blogging too long, but there’s something about this fairy girl that makes me think she’s just waiting for a man with a cane to come along:
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The Whipping Spot
An artist with a whip, this one. Every spanker knows there’s a sweet spot high on the inside leg, just where this whip tip is, where even the tips of your fingers (during a hand spanking) get a nifty reaction:
I’ll bet she’s worried. She should be, because sweet spots like this are like potato chips. The man with the whip is never satisfied with hitting just one of them, and this is not the sweetest.
From Pain Gate.
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