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From Designing Intimacy, link discovered via Bondage Blog, a really intense birthday caning:

I still had my 22 birthday smacks coming up, and I just wasn’t sure how I was going to handle them.

And as if he read my mind, Jefferson picked up his cane. That mother-fucking cane. God I hate that thing.

A fine sheet of sweat immediately broke out on my skin with just the first few light raps. My body twisted and strained as I begun to spew obscenities at Jefferson.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he stung my hip with the cat. Anything but that dreadful cane. I moaned, but in pleasure, as the cat came down against my back again and again.

He dropped the cat on the floor and came to me rubbing my back and giving me kisses…

…

Then he went back to the cane.

I cursed at him, and tried my best to kick and grab at him, with each stinging strike.

“Thanks for the tip about tying you down.”
“Ugh! I hate you!”

And we hadn’t even gotten to the counting…

He kept tapping me- my ass, my thighs, even my feet.

“I’m going to start counting these!” I cried as he kept sending me into overload.
“No you’re not.”
“Ugh, just start already,” I pleaded.

He gave me a few hard whacks, for my brattiness I’m sure, before he instructed me to start counting.

5 strokes into it and I was ready to wuss out.

I made Jefferson wait and give me a few moments to let the pain sink in. He sat down to wait until I was ready to continue.

“I don’t know if I can do 22…” my voice wavered.
“Sure you can. You don’t have any other choice.”

He asked if I was ready to continue and I gave a weak affirmation.

I thrashed on the bed as he spaced strokes for me to count amidst easier taps, constantly keeping my skin on fire. I inhaled my hair as it hung in my face and I cursed myself for not putting it up earlier.

“Grr I just want to chop off all my hair!”
“Heh, aww poor thing.”
“You know…actually no, never mind.”
“Wise choice,” he warned me snapping another strike on me.

I worked hard to not loose count as he took breaks I insisted on.

The obscenities got worse as the count got higher. I wished him to burn in hell as he gave me two brutal strikes for 17.

“What’s significant about 17?” he quizzed me as he held the cane above me.
“Nothing…” I lied.
“You sure about that?” he pushed me, stinging my ass.
“Alright, alright! I lost my virginity!”

I screamed into the pillow as the second 17th stroke came down, trying to kick at him.

“Aww, this is the last song,” he noticed and went to go restart it.

“Now, where were we?”
“22?” I tried.
“No…”
“Ugh, 17,” I admitted, defeated.

18, 19, and 20 came down in rapid succession leaving me shaking with dry sobs taking over my body.

Jefferson sat in his chair tapping his cane as he waited for me to recover.

I just wanted it to be done and over with. I couldn’t take anymore. As my body recovered, I negotiated with Jefferson about the last 2.

“Just do the last 2. Just two single strikes. No tap-tap-tap in between, I can’t,” I moaned, on the verge of tears.
“You just want the last two strikes? No lead up?”
“Yeah, just do it and get it over with. At medium intensity…”
“How hard is up to me, but I can just give 2. Are you ready?” Jefferson asked standing up.

I nodded, taking a deep breath in.

He stood next to me. I tried not to clench as he took his aim. I screamed out 21 as he hit me square in the middle of my ass.

He gave me a few seconds before winding up for the last one. He hit me hard, high up on the ass. I screamed 22 then punched him the leg and yelled at him for hitting so high.

He rubbed my back and nodded in agreement that it was a little high.

This post comes with a link you really ought to follow, since there are some extremely pretty pretty bondage pussy spanking photos and a blowjob closeup. But my purpose in posting is to share the following photo caption, which reminds me of my instant (and astounded) “you’ve gotta be kidding” mental reaction whenever I hear a story about one of those sex crimes that prosecutors delicately describe as “forced oral sodomy”:

Blow job along with the slapper. Master claims to enjoy me trying to squeal around His cock. I claim He’s a brave, brave man to put His cock in my mouth while slapping my pussy.

Brave, or insane? Well, I guess he knows his Kaya well enough to take his chances. Maybe she has what would be called “a soft mouth” if we were talking about bird dogs.

Oops, was that a politically incorrect thought?

One of Kaya’s commenters chimes in:

There is something unique about the pleasure derived from spanking the puss of the lady who is concurrently “honkin’ your horn”.

Maybe it’s the suspense of lips or teeth. Or the whole russian roulette thing…”is this the time my luck runs out”…..reminds me of a scene from the movie “The Deer Hunter”.

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Pretty face?

Check. (That’s model Marie Luv by the way.)

Spankable booty?

Check.

Er, make that “Checkity-check-check-CHECK!”

Some nice bondage to hold that spankable booty in place for spanking (or whatever)?

Check.

Remembering that riding crops and pussies were made for each other?

Check.

There’s really only one way this can end.

From this shoot at Sex And Submission.

Another entry in the “I don’t go to the right parties” file, this time from Pink Bottomed Girls:

Tonight, at the local play space I have become a member of, I got to aid in a birthday spanking for a little violet-haired cutie. (Let’s call her Shy Violet, as she also had adorable panties to match, and is quite shy).

Everyone who passed by the couch Violet was on with her Master was invited, by the birthday girl under her Master’s direction, to give her a number equal to her age (and of course there should be one to grow on!). And who is Miss Pink to say no to that invitation?

She was a good little girl, kneeling to face her Master, bent over so I could lift up her skirt and expose her pretty already pink bottom peeking out from fishnets and panties. She counted as she received the smacks, my bare little hand stinging against her exposed flesh. I think she was a little surprised at the force. (I think people are always a little surprised to see me spank, and hard, especially in this context where I am seen as a submissive, a bottom… they don’t often see my also very well developed sadist come out!)

Amber writes the prettiest lust letters to her husband:

You, you, and only you I want to grasp me firmly, handle me forcefully, striking me liberally and hard as you do with your new thick, heavy, sturdy embroidered leather paddle, causing each line of the design bite into my flesh, the strength of your blows taking me by surprise each and every time, shocking, taking my breath away, reducing me to a screaming, gasping, soaking embodiment of lust for you and the pain you can inflict.

…

I long for you to punish me thoroughly, uncompromisingly. I know that you will be admiring your handiwork and my reaction to it, checking me for inevitable wetness after especially hard strokes, sticking your fingers into the hungry mouth between my legs, hitting even harder next time, delighting in the directly proportional relationship between the intensity of the agony you subject me to and the pleasure it, paradoxically, brings. I wish for you to allow me to rub myself, as you cause me increasingly more and more pain, until I come loudly, a triumph to your mastery as a lover and a dominant.

And after I thus come, I crave for you to take me and fuck me roughly, from behind, holding me by my shoulders, or in any other way you like, really, thrusting into me again and again, until we both break into sweat.

Whew, is it just me or did it suddenly get warm in here?

A brunette in trouble. She doesn’t want to do this, but her choices are limited. “Mistress, here… here is the cane…”

She only thought she was unhappy, before the caning started:

And pretty quick, her bottom’s on fire so much she even forgets to pout:

Pictures of this pair of punished schoolgirls are from Lupus Pictures, of course.

Why is this girl crying?

Ah, here’s why, I think. It’s because her ass got caned purple!