Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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!

This is an old picture of Prince Charles standing around doing, well, not very much. I’m sure he’s putting in a princely appearance at some worthy rural affair. I don’t know what the British equivalent of an American county fair is called, but whatever it’s called, I suspect he’s at one, and wishing he weren’t.

However, we shouldn’t forget that spanking is often called “The English Vice”. Moreover, thanks to the British tabloids, we know the prince has at least one significant kink (toe sucking, anyone?). And kinks travel in packs. So, can we guess the thought that’s currently passing through the bored royal mind?

From James Stephenson’s Spanking Blog.