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Look, it’s already no secret that Spanking Blog honors the old Van Heusen approach to life, love, and relationships (while wearing a really good shirt). Now we discover that a man’s life gets even better when you put a Van Heusen tie on that shirt:
Show her it’s a man’s world. Van Heusen ties for men only! Brand new man-talking, power-packed ties that tell her it’s a man’s world… and make her so happy it is.
You gotta love it.
Bratty from Bratty’s World writes about the perils of early morning lip:
Which brings us to about 6:50 this morning. Sometimes I am just bratty, one of N’s favorite habits of mine is when he barks things like “you better watch that attitude little girl” if I then reply back “you better watch YOUR attitude little girl.” Promise, it’s his faaaaavorite.
As I’m walking out the door I find myself being escorted by the arm back towards the sofa. “I can’t believe I have to make myself late for work and you late for school because I have to spank you.” Over the back of the couch I went, all he wanted was an apology and although I did apologize all the way down to the coushins, apparently that doesn’t count. :-(
Why do they make dress pants so thin? My poor booty was defenseless against those iron hands once again. He tends to spank hardest when we’re limited on time. As we speak I am sitting in class on my sore bottom, trying very hard not to shift too much in my chair.
“Baabbbbyyyy! that was hard!”
“I promise that’s just a taste of what you’ll get tonight if I hear any hint of that attitude tonight. Now scoot.”
With a pat on my booty I was off to school.
It’s good to be noble and filthy rich, the dancing girls alone are worth the price of admission:
But the serving wenches, they will misbehave, and sometimes you just have to have them stripped, chained, and caned:
That’s so cute, can we zoom in, please?
One by one, they go over the bolster for a good caning:
The pleading gets so tiresome, don’t you think? The gags were a good call:
Sirrah, why don’t you cane this one? My caning arm is tired.
Just another glimpse into the epic costumed punishment dramas for which Lupus Pictures is so justly famous.
The blog is a little unclear, but this sounds like a second date, first spanking situation. Not much spanking detail, but plenty of fun nonetheless:
When we met the next night, my eyes started at her feet and travelled up her body, taking in every curve, every detail. The blue jeans. The grey babydoll top. The coat. Her glasses. Her flowing, straight brown and blonde hair. Her blue eyes. The choker. A narrow, jeweled band sitting tightly around her neck, the gems winking at me with suggestion. Her sexuality symbolized in a way which not everyone would understand. At that moment, I knew it would be all she was wearing when the evening would wrap around into morning and limbs would untangle. At some point very shortly after that thought, I said it aloud.
…
Boots unzipped, jeans slid down. Her pale, smooth legs running from delicate feet up to soft thighs; her most intimate of places still hidden seductively from me. I was not in a rush; I wanted to kiss and lick that sensitive skin; tickle it with my goatee. As I nibbled closely along her upper inner thighs, the scent of her arousal told me that I would like the way she tastes. Panties gone. I did like the way she tasted, which is unusual.
One climax later, the relaxed smile on her face and slightly lost look in her eyes is a reward for a hopefully skillful tongue. “You certainly know your way around a woman’s body,” she whimpered at me. Had I stripped and shoved my cock into her pussy right at that moment, I would have encountered no resistance; we both knew it. But I chose to take pleasure in some psychological torture by telling her that I am not going to fuck her tonight. I didn’t.
…
I slid between her tits as she pushed them together from either side… two fingers on the base of my cock, pushing it down through the valley she has created. Her tongue circled and flicked at the head on each stroke. The sweat started to bead on my back and chest, and the wonderful, intense pressure began to build in my groin. I was less in control then, my focus on bringing that orgasm up from deep in my balls. When it arrived, along with the deep-rooted feeling of ultimate masculinity, there was cum everywhere. Her hair, face, and tits were covered in streams of white juice sprayed by me. She squealed like a little girl with glee, a broad smile on her face – and that was the final signal to me of her submission.
She licked some of it off her fingers which traced wet paths around on the skin of her tits, telling me I taste good. She didn’t know I’ve always been self-conscious about that. Watching her lick her fingers some more, dehumanized images of her licking my spilled cum off the floor or drinking it from a shot glass flashed through my mind.
More kissing, caressing, exploring. A mild spanking, enough to make her sweet ass pink and hot to the touch. I knew I was in trouble – wondering if perhaps I have met my match. My head swam as we lay together on the couch again. I wanted to see her climax again, but this time at the mercy of her own fingers. She complied without question, her body damp with sweat and curled up into a ball as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. It was time to sleep, and I have still not yet fucked her, although I know she was lusting for it as much as I.
Anna tells of a sex spanking misadventure:
There was a boy in my bed. He was tired, but I was ready for some action. We had already fucked earlier, but I pride myself on being insatiable.
“Fine, fine,” he relented, “but only if you do all of the work.”
I reached for a condom and handed it to him. He rolled it on his cock.
“Hop on,” he told me.
I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto his waiting cock. I rode him lazily, until he got more excited. As I ground my clit into his pubic hair, he began slapping my ass. I moaned and groaned until my orgasm broke, and I shuddered around his cock.
Sometime later he came too.
Where’s the funny part, you ask?
Well, as we lay there in our post, post-coital exhaustion, he said to me: “So, when I was spanking you, I accidentally hit my balls. Goddamn that hurt!”
I snorted with laughter and he reluctantly admitted that it was a pretty funny situation.
“I guess it did make me last longer,” he said.
Spanking porn where the girls have to watch each other getting punished are no novelty. But this photo from a California Star spanking movie makes explicit that which is usually merely implicit:
Yes, she likes to watch!
Not that it will save her; she’ll still be bottoms up and covered in welts in the next scene.
This cute college girl spanking-and-grinning picture is courtesy of SpankrBryan, the undisputed king of winkling “civilian” spanking photos out of the obscure corners of the social networking and public photo-sharing sites:
Bizarre detail: if you look very closely into the upper left hand corner of the shot, you’ll see what looks like a pair of blowup dolls or mannequins in a compromising position.