Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

In which a man has a mild conversation with his wife about protocol for office visits:

She flew at him again cursing and flailing him with her tiny fist, she was furious, she began to cry.

Deke grabbed her arms and jerked her across his lap with her derriere pointing skywards. He spanked her little ass good.

She screamed, spit and cursed. One would have through he was killing her, but the employees knew better than to interfere in the boss’s squabbles, and they also knew it was over the beautiful blonde who had been in his office earlier. However, in the minds of his assistants she was getting exactly what she deserved, busting in like this, acting like they didn’t even exist!

Deke asked sternly, “Are you ready to be reasonable about this?”

She screamed, “Wife beater!”

He popped her another resounding slap on her ass and said, “That’s for the profanity, now will you quit?”

She said, “O.K. dammit, I quit, now let me up.”

He slowly released her. She got from his lap rubbing her fanny. “That hurt.”

Deke said, “That’ll teach you to come bursting into my office like an angered pea fowl and falsely accuse me.”

From a 2002 romance called “The Yellow Daffodil”. (Note to the guys: cheesy romances, if you can stomach them, are a wonderful treasure trove of spanking scenes, not to mention detailed scripts for how to act like a 1950s chest-thumping brute while not only getting away with it, but winning fair maiden in the process.)

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I could be wrong, but I don’t remember ever posting a spanking picture featuring a spankee complete covered in rubber or latex before. Now, courtesy of The Training Of O, I’ve got a caning picture for all you rubber fetishists out there:

More here.

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As Bethie will be quick to tell you, any time I pick up a whippy cane or any thin flexible implement, it’s not the strike she worries about, it’s the wrap-around. I think this whipping drawing found via the HQseek spanking porn link list illustrates the extreme case:

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• Boob Caning Party
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Another spanking scene from a long-forgotten novel, namely, Theirs Was The Kingdom by one R.F. Delderfield:

“You damned little fool!” he shouted. “That water was deep and you can’t swim a stroke! Don’t you ever use your head, except as a post for silly hats?”

She was half-lying in the two or three inches of water they had shipped and her expression, as she raised her head and stared up at him, with her mouth open and her three-storey-and-basement hat half toppled, would have struck him as comical had he not realised how near she had come to over-setting them in a deep and turbulent patch of water. She said, rising to her knees, “How dare you swear at me! Nobody swore at me before!” And to his extreme irritation, she slapped him across the face with her wet glove.

It was not really a case of consciously following Sir Clive’s hint. The exasperation of months went into his reflex action he threw himself forward grabbed her by the waist, threw her half across his knee, and began to spank her so soundly that her struggles rolled them half out of the boat. Then he loosed his hold of her, so that she pitched half in and half out of shallows where, despite the dry spell, there was still mud in hoof sockets left by the cattle.

I missed this birthday spanking Bonnie got last year. First, a snipped from the beginning:

Whack! Ow! That first swat is harder than I expected.
Whack! My lover’s stiff palm again makes contact with my taut flesh.
Whack! This isn’t quite the birthday spanking I had imagined.
Whack! The readers voted for a hand spanking.
Whack! I figured I would be draped across Randy’s lap.
Whack! I pictured something a bit more intimate. In fact, I envisioned something downright sensual.
Whack! But here I am, standing, bent over in the middle of the bedroom.
Whack! Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!

And then, a snipped from the end:

And then there was one to grow on. Randy retrieved from our closet the dreaded Mother of All Paddles. I figured that accursed plank would have to make an appearance. Though banned as inhumane for everyday spanking activities, Randy still drags it out once each year. That day, it seems, is at hand.

Rather than just getting on with it, Randy felt the need to tease. He rubbed the sanded hardwood against my already toasted cheeks. He tapped a few times before resuming his rubbing.

“All right already!” I moaned. I didn’t really want a gigantic swat, but I was sick of waiting.

BOOM! The sound reverberated off of the walls and the force of the impact nearly pushed me over. I raised myself to a standing position, all the while vigorously rubbing my bare, punished bottom with both hands. That swat hurt even more than I remembered. OK, I was now thoroughly and completely spanked. If last colossal whack was one to grow on, I should soon be an Amazon.

Randy hugged me and again wished me a happy birthday.

A reader emailed me this birthday spanking photo, complete with balloons and cake. Two girls spanking a third:

From Punishment Book:

M has decided that he needs to spank me as close in time to my transgressions as possible. Which means, given my living quarters, that we need a very quiet implement.

Sigh. Show of hands: does anyone know what the quietest spanking implement in the world is?

A wire coat hanger.

That’s right. It hurts like hell but is almost completely silent.

That should do it, all right. Though really, a slim rattan cane is almost as quiet, and I should think it would be a bit more controllable.