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One must face facts. I’m just plain getting too old to hang out at with the cool kids at the clubs, and I know it.

Now here’s a spanking cartoon that makes me feel much better about that whole issue:

See, it’s not “getting old”, it’s “maturity”!

I don’t know anybody who argues that Robert Heinlein’s I Will Fear No Evil is one of his better novels. But, despite pacing issues and a certain lack of action, I enjoyed it the first time I read it, a great many years ago. And, of course, it had a spanking scene, or you wouldn’t be seeing it mentioned here:

He stepped to the wall and squeezed down the intercom to zero, then said gently, ‘Get dressed, dear.’

‘I won’t! If we leave now, you’ll have to stuff me into the car bare naked.’

He sighed and picked her up; she stopped crying and looked suddenly happy.

The expression did not last. He turned her in his arms as he sat down on a straight chair, got a firm grip on her, and walloped her right buttock. She yelped. And struggled.

He got her more firmly, placing his right leg over both of hers, and applied his hand smartly to her left cheek. Then he alternated sides, stopping with ten. He set her on her feet and said, ‘Get dressed, dear. Quickly.’

She stopped and rubbed the punished area. ‘Yes, Jake.’

Neither said another word until he had handed her into the car, climbed in after her, and they had been locked in. Then she said timidly, ‘Jake? Will you hold me?’

‘Certainly, darling.’

‘May I take my robe off, please? Will you take it off me?’

With the robe out of the way she sighed and snuggled in. After a bit she whispered, ‘Jake darling? Why did you spank me?’

It was his turn to sight. ‘You were being difficult … and it is the only thing I know of which will do a woman any good when a man can’t do for her what she needs. And right then – I couldn’t.’

‘I see. I think I do.’

She remained quiet a while, enjoying his arms around her and breathing against his chest.

…

‘Jake?’

‘Yes, Eunice?’

‘I didn’t really mind being spanked by you. Even when I was crying. But — Well, I’m padded now — Built to take an spanking. And when you are spanking me, you aren’t ignoring me — and any attention is better than none. And besides –‘ She hesitated.

‘Besides what, Eunice?’

‘Well, I don’t know — but I think it happened.’

‘What happened?’

‘Female orgasm. Well, maybe. I don’t know what one is supposed to feel like. But while I was crying — and hurting; you have a heavy hand, sir — suddenly I felt very warm inside and something seemed to grow and explode — that’s the best I can describe it. And I was ecstatically happy an didn’t mind the last few wallops, hardly noticed them. Was that a female orgasm?’

See Also:

• Spankings For Orgasms
• Cane, Orgasm, Tears
• Spanking And Orgasm
• Panties, Who Needs 'Em?
• Barbarians & Spankings, Oh My!

Here’s a vintage spanking photo that brings the sexual arousal element right into the foreground, instead of keeping it in the implied background as so much spanking porn does. I don’t mind saying this is closer than the general run of spanking porn to looking like spankings at my house:

Reader Marie posted the following question about spanking porn in a comment, but since it was unrelated to the post, I thought I’d pull it up and give it its own post. Fair warning, it reads like one of the standard stereotypical feminist slams on porn generally, with the word “spanking” inserted. So I don’t know if Marie is a spanking aficionado or a regular reader of this blog — it’s possible this was just a drive-by attempt at consciousness raising. Without further ado:

This isn’t in relation to your latest post: it’s a rather large question I’d love to see ad dressed by the spanking community at large. WHY is it that almost all spanking porn requires women to shave their pubic hair? As a teacher who addresses feminist issues, I’m thrown by the presence of an insidious culture of fake female body types that our young men are growing up with: fake body types are their normalized erotic texts. Why is this acceptable? Why are females in spanking porn always depicted without pubic hair? This is just one more example of the commodification of female bodies in a way so retrograde of our embracing our own erotic fantasies and engaging with the normalization of them.

We are creating a new generation of men raised on internet porn who cannot encounter women with the normal bodily accoutraments nature gave us because of the tastes of the current crop of producers of pornography. Why must we perpetuate the notion that genital hair is so unacceptable as to be invisible in spanking porn?

I’ll start by dismissing the absolutes.

Question: “Why are females in spanking porn always depicted without pubic hair?”

Answer: They are not always so depicted. In evidence, I offer three exhibits, one of which was still visible on the front page of Spanking Blog when Marie posted her comment:

• Lost In Her Whipping (prominent pubic and underarm hair)
• Whip Tip On A Breast (pubic hair, still on the Spanking Blog front page when Marie posted her questions)
• A Vintage Beating With A Stick

Marie’s comment is a dense bundle of intermingled questions, assertions, and assumptions, and I’ve got problems with many of the assumptions and assertions in particular. So I’m going to respond, in my own opinionated fashion, point by point.

Question: “WHY is it that almost all spanking porn requires women to shave their pubic hair?”

Answer: There’s an agency assertion here that I dispute. Having dismissed the “always” claim, I don’t have a problem agreeing that shaved pubic areas are predominant in spanking porn. However, I find the phrase “spanking porn requires” to be a very strange one. So far as I am aware, there isn’t a spanking porn standards body. Nor is porn an active agent. Spanking porn is a product in a market, and as everyone knows, requirements in markets are consumer requirements. If there’s a requirement here, it’s in the nature of a market preference by spanking porn consumers.

Statement: “As a teacher who addresses feminist issues, I’m thrown by the presence of an insidious culture of fake female body types that our young men are growing up with: fake body types are their normalized erotic texts.”

My reactions:

• Insidious culture? What’s “insidious” about it? Insidious means “Working or spreading harmfully in a subtle or stealthy manner.” Shaved pussies are anything but subtle or stealthy, no?
• How is a shaved pussy a “fake female body type”? With respect, Marie, who the hell are you to tell my girlfriend that she’s got a “fake female body type”? She shaves regularly and with extreme prejudice — her body hairs quail and tremble when they see her coming. She read your comment and recoiled in horror. Body hair? Her exact quote was “Ew, do not want! DO NOT WANT!” (She even plucks her eyebrows, which completely baffles me, but whatever – it’s her body, her hair, not my problem. From my perspective, shaving is just a girl thing, like the seven bottles of lotion without which it is apparently impossible for a woman to have clean skin.)
• As for being “normalized erotic texts”, porn is fuel for the world of fantasy. In just the same way that a novel describes fictional situations, porn often describes and depicts women who are different in some way from the women, if any, actually available to the porn consumer. That’s part of what porn is for.

Question: “Why is this acceptable?”

Answer: Why not? The crusader for porn that’s more representational of female body types would surely bear the burden of establishing a problem with the use of fantastic images in porn. To me, that seems like a huge and insurmountable burden, given porn’s deliberate role as a fuel for fantasies.

Statement: “This is just one more example of the commodification of female bodies in a way so retrograde of our embracing our own erotic fantasies and engaging with the normalization of them.”

Reaction: This is too jargony for me to parse. I think I’d disagree with what’s being said if it were stated in plain English, though. It appears to have buried within it a laughable claim that some erotic fantasies are more appropriate than others. But I may be missing the point.

Statement: “We are creating a new generation of men raised on internet porn who cannot encounter women with the normal bodily accoutraments nature gave us because of the tastes of the current crop of producers of pornography.”

Reaction: Oh really? This strikes me as an unsupported claim plus a bit of false nature-worshiping plus another marginally-related bit of backwards economics.

• First of all, it’s a giant logical leap from the probably true “consumers of porn are used to, and tend to enjoy, photographs without much body hair showing” to “such consumers cannot encounter women” who have body hair. That strikes me as unlikely; but, in any case, it would need to be established by more than bald assertion. {drumroll}
• Second, I am detecting an unexamined exaltation of the natural. Humans are the monkeys who tinker. We change our environments, our diets, our physical landscapes, our pets, our crops, our sexual practices, and yes, our bodies, radically and massively, all the time, to suit ourselves. That’s natural, for us, because it’s our nature. Some of these changes have unfortunate secondary effects, but we have to engage those on their own merits and demerits. Just because “nature gave us” a thing is no reason to proscribe or critique the universal tendency to tinker with it.
• Lastly, “because of the tastes of the current crop of producers of pornography” is breathtakingly backwards economics. Do we assume that people buy SUVs by the flatcar load “because of the tastes of” the automakers in Detroit and Japan? No, those automakers produce SUVs because of the tastes of the people who buy cars. People who disapprove of SUVs, like those who disapprove of shaved pussies, like to claim that the producers are cramming the product down our throats. But they make what people buy. Can they shape and influence consumer preferences? Sure. Or, at least, they can try. But all the actual power is at the point of spend.

Question: “Why must we perpetuate the notion that genital hair is so unacceptable as to be invisible in spanking porn?”

Answer: I don’t think that notion has been established.

OK, enough with the point by point. This isn’t, really, about spanking porn at all. This is a standard porn critique with the word “spanking” plugged in at a few key points. Now I’m going to share my own opinions on pubic hair in porn — porn generally, since I don’t see much difference between spanking porn and mainstream porn on this subject.

• It’s true there isn’t a lot of pubic hair in visual porn. I think this is primarily a photographic / cinematographic issue with a side issue of porn economics. Porn is divided into soft core and hard core. Soft core doesn’t show genitals, and the models get paid less. You want to show genitals, you pay the models more. If you pay them more, you want to show what you paid for. Pubic hair is obscuring. Why would you pay to show something, and then leave it covered up? Answer: You wouldn’t, unless you were making fetish porn for people who specifically are aroused by the hair. Mainstream porn has lots of stuff aimed at body hair fetishists. Spanking porn tends not to, I suspect because targeting two fetishes at once is economically tricky.
• The visible / covered issue with pubic hair may extend to the personal preferences of porn models, also. Some of the division between women who shave and women who don’t can be explained by how comfortable they are with concealing or not concealing their own genitals. Porn models are a self-selected group who are, obviously, more comfortable with exposure than folks who choose not to appear in porn. Perhaps, as a class, they are more likely to have shaved before seeking out work in porn? It would be interesting to hear from porn producers here. How many of your models are shaved when you start working with them, versus how many shaved at your request?
• Shaving is a body modification choice. I shave my face because I don’t like all that stuff in front of my nose and around my mouth. I don’t shave my pubes because, frankly, it would be a hassle, I don’t feel a need, and nobody’s ever suggested they’d like it. Women make similar choices. Some shave, some don’t. Why? I’m sure it’s highly individual and highly personal. I don’t need to know. But I am an absolutist about individual choice. I know that early in the history of American feminism some women said “I’m not doing this for myself — I’m going to stop.” And they did, and that’s great. But then some of them said, in effect, “all women should stop shaving, none of them are doing it for themselves.” And that, in my view, was wrong. Complaints about shaved porn models have been a constant drumbeat from then to now. My mother used to say things like “real women aren’t shaved, only Barbie Dolls and porn stars are shaved.” That’s a hideously unjust attempt to constrain the real choices of real women, including — in this case — one I love. So, needless to say, I am against that sort of judgmental claptrap.

I’d be interested to hear the perspective of actual spanking models like Adele Haze, Niki Flynn, and Pandora Blake. Ladies?

See Also:

• Spanking And Feminism
• Spanking Blog Editorial Policy Notes

There’s really nothing to compare, cuteness-wise, to the concerned brow furrow on the face of a sweet cutie-pie who has just discovered that the big leather spanking paddle really, really hurts:

And then when she says “ouch, stop!” and he doesn’t stop? Pure wounded remonstrance:

Of course, if you look at what the cane and strap have done to her bottom, you can see why she feels modestly put upon.

Pictures courtesy of Spanked Cutie.

See Also:

• Face Of A Spanked Girl
• Pouting From A Spanking
• Unhappy Spankee

This vintage gem featuring the apparent domestic discipline of a big-bootied wife is a classic in the comic spanking postcard genre:

From Spanking Postcard.

See Also:

• Vintage Birching Postcard
• Pretty Girls And The Birch
• Old Spanking Postcard

Whilst rooting through the Spanking Blog archives for another purpose, I discovered a reference to a post on a long-defunct spanking blog called Post Coitum Animal Triste. I decided to check the Internet Archives Wayback Machine to see if the post could still be found. Alas, no. Sadly, only one month’s archive page from that blog appears ever to have been scooped into the spotty memory of that vast but capricious remembering beast.

But that one page had so many gems on it! So I decided to post several vignette-ish excerpts. I trust and hope that Irona, wherever she may be, will not mind.

On safewords:

I don’t have a safeword. In fact, I didn’t even know that such a thing existed until recently. The whole concept of safewords is totally exotic and foreign to me. M listens to what I say and he reads my body language (Ironian dialect). Body language has one enormous advantage over verbal expression: It is 100 % honest. If I tell M that hitting me sharply on the inner thighs and cunt with the riding crop feels “fuckingawfulandIcan’tbearitpleasestop!”, then he does. It is as simple as that. I usually revel in being whacked on my cunt with the crop, but I don’t have a constantly high pain threshold…

On caning and sex in the morning:

I’m a lucky girl, and I enjoy life’s simple pleasures. This morning I woke up as horny as hell and begging for:

One single cane stripe.

One silent, deadly, stinging woosh, perfectly executed and applied to the crest of my buttocks, precisely to the spot where the cane can be balanced without rolling off.

There was a price to pay, however. I was ordered to hold my arms outstretched, palms upward (I was face down on the bed), and M balanced a coin on each fingertip. I was admonished not to let one single coin fall off.

I failed miserably, a little pile of coins jingling on the bed before he’d even touched me. I still got my stripe though :). Then he rolled the tip of the cane back and forth over my clit and it came up glistening.

We collapsed, giggling, and he sucked and fucked me from here to next week.

On loving and whipping:

You order me to my knees, grab hold of my hair, gently but firmly pulling my head back until I am forced to look you in the eye. The love and concern in your expression humble me. You tell me in a stern voice that I have been bad, am to be whipped, and that you may well find it necessary to tie me. Shivers run down my spine. I cannot begin to describe the powerful tide of emotion that rips through me. I am melting.

Tie me, whip me, fuck me.

Above all else – love me.

On spanking and bad television:

I took myself off to bed early to relax and read, but ended up watching TV. M came in, scoffed at my choice of viewing and went out again. When he returned, he asked me what had happened next. I refused to tell him on the grounds of him making derisory remarks about the documentary in question and not being in the slightest bit interested. Big mistake. He grabbed my hairbrush, (would you believe that I was a hairbrush virgin?!), flipped me on to my tummy and walloped the answer out of me. I never knew a hairbrush could sting so bad, and I didn’t hold out for long… Today I woke up sporting a lovely bruise and with the exhilarating realisation:

He spanked me purely because he is in charge and because he can – and I loved every second of it.

On curing bad moods with the strap:

We snuggled, kissed, and he asked me how I thought I should have been dealt with, had we been alone in the house. I mulled this over for a while, but being a truthful and honest sub, I had to admit that I would have benefited greatly from being tied spreadeagled to the bed and whipped steadily and consistently with a strap or the crop on my buttocks, thighs and shoulders until I broke down and cried, releasing all the bad tension and pent up emotions (the firm application of leather to my bottom always induces tears, and I so needed to cry and couldn’t).

“Something to look forward to”, he said, smiling.

On getting spanked with a banana:

Fruit is good for you and very, err, versatile, we all know that, but have you ever been whacked on the derriere with a … banana?!

…

So he came after me, grabbed me by the shoulders (ignoring my cries of “You can’t, don’t you dare, I’m still siiiiiick!”) and pushed me to my knees in front of the sofa, held me down and belted my bum something like 6 or 8 times with said banana (slightly under-ripe and unpeeled). For good measure, he added another dozen or so with the palm of his hand. Then he growled:

“Let that be a lesson to you!” – or words to that effect.

…

The banana (all thud, no sting) survived its ordeal surprisingly unscathed (!), and my beloved proceeded to peel and eat it. I just hope he doesn’t make a habit of eating our toys.

On submissive talents:

My talents as a submissive are sadly lacking. M disagrees — he finds my raw need and willingness to perform oral sex on him when I’ve been ordered to my knees quite sweet.

On behavioral correction:

A direct impact on my bottom has a direct impact on my behaviour. I have pondered on this aspect of my psyche since my relationship with M developed it’s new dynamic, and I am still in the dark. Even years of therapy haven’t produced an answer. So much for therapy.

…

The short, sharp shock treatment works. Much wriggling, howling, rolling on to my back and being ordered back on to my tum later, I have learned my lesson. It definitely falls into the “don’t try this out at home, folks” category.

On submissive blowjobs:

I ask permission to lick your swollen cock, you stroke my hair, tilt my chin up with your hand, give me that intense look that dissolves any remnant of resistance I may still possess.

“Ask me again, nicely.”

“Please sir, oh please let me suck your cock, sir”.

The tip of my tongue flicks gently over the tip of your cock, laps round the shaft, up and down, returning to the tip to torment you. The salty, earthy and at the same time deliciously sweet pre cum trickles over my lips and down my chin. You are moaning hard and fast now, and my mouth, pussy, tits, bum cheeks are throbbing with anticipation. You raise me to my feet, motioning me to bend over the arm of the sofa. Of course, this can mean two things: I am in for a sound thrashing with the belt you discarded minutes before, and/or you will enter me from behind. Whip me and then mount me? Mount me and then whip me?

Putting this together makes me nostalgic for the first crop of spanking blogs that followed this one in 2003 and 2004 and 2005, most of them now long gone but for short snippets and broken links in my archives. Blogs vanish for many reasons, and I know that sometimes (only sometimes!) the reasons include wanting to take down the material. But in all the other cases (owner got bored, lost the man she was blogging about and with and so ran out of new material, forgot to pay the hosting bill, lost the domain name, whatever) it’s a loss to us all that those posts are no longer on the web.

Which brings me to an offer I’ve been meaning to make for some time. Did you ever write a spanking blog (or, really, any sort of kinky adult blog) that you wish was still on the web? If yes, do you have any sort of archives of your posts, in any electronic format (this includes online archives such as the WayBack machine)? I realize that for a lot of folks, figuring out how to convert old archives in odd formats into new web pages, then finding a stable and secure way of keeping those web pages online, might be too much of a challenge technically or financially. If that describes you, I’m offering to create a permanent archive of your old blog posts for you, and maintain it for free. The hosting costs would be trivial compared to what I’m already spending, and I’d dearly love to see more of the early spanking blogs preserved, than have been. My only requirement would be that you grant me a permanent and irrevocable license to maintain the material on the web; I don’t want to go to all the effort of building a mirror of your old blog, only to have someone ask me to take it down again at a later date.

Even if your archive is incomplete, it doesn’t much matter to me. If you blogged for more than a few months and got links from elsewhere in the spanking blog community, somebody out there is missing you. If there’s any substantial fraction of your work that could be restored permanently to the web, it would be worth doing.

If you’re interested in taking me up on this, get in touch and let me know what you have.

See Also:

• An Ode To The Cane
• And A Spanking For Irona