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It sounds like chocolate bunny ears are in as much peril at Sar’s place as they are around here:

“Let’s have a Spring-like Easter party instead,” I suggested. “Chocolate bunnies and an egg hunt and birthday cake icing in individual servings so everyone can lick the stuff out of their own bowl. And jelly beans everywhere!”

“Only if you swear not to eat the ears off all the bunnies.”

“I don’t swear.”

SWAT!

Tsk.

But I’m good at eating chocolate bunny ears. It’s what I do.

“I’ll get the baskets next time I go shopping. Easter baskets for everyone. That’ll be fun! How many do you think we should invite?”

“No more than 20.”

FORTY chocolate bunny ears! YESSSS!

“I can’t wait.”

SWAT!

“What’s that for?”

“For whatever you’re thinking.”

Tsk.

Last year it was chocolate marshmallow bunnies. Six, count them six, boxes of ’em. Carefully stacked behind another pile of clutter out of my normal sight lines … until the other pile of clutter caught a gravity storm and slid sideways ought of the way.

“Bethie me love, you think you got enough chocolate marshmallow bunnies this year?”

(Guilty look, slight roll of eyes back in head as she tries to think of something that sounds better than admitting to her planned orgy of bunny-ear-nibbling.)

“Um, most of those are for my mom….”

As indeed they probably were. They say it sucks to get old, and I’m sure it’s true… because your most dutiful children start bringing you boxes of chocolate bunnies with no freakin’ ears!

The old woman may be going blind, but she’s not that blind.

It all seems to start out innocently enough, with an innocent girl/girl over-the-knee spanking in your average suburban kitchen, complete with just-washed dishes on the drainboard. Maybe the poor upside-down girl missed a soap spot:

But it doesn’t take long for things to get seriously kinky from there. Three shakes of a snake’s tail later, we find our hapless scullery slave tied up tight and gagged with somebody’s bra, while kneeling up for a round of breast whipping:

After that, the kink party continues to escalate: bondage toe sucking, extreme genital closeups, tight bondage kitchen counter strap-on sex… Just what you’ve come to expect at Chanta’s Bitches.

Is it just me, or is the real decadent part of this kinky tale the bit where somebody actually has granite kitchen counters big enough to have bondage sex on?

I’m not sure about the writing style, especially the idea of using variable numbers of periods to denote pauses between ideas, but I suppose it creates a certain dreamy poeticism if you squint and look sideways. Anyway, here’s The Riverdale Goddess asking for, and getting, a public spanking:

Here I was watching this very sexy man… masterfully playing with the flickering tongue of a bullwhip with a twinkling eye on his lady’s bare back…with such precise artful skill and love. She writhed in sensation when HE allowed it to taste her skin beyond heating just the air on her aura. God…I wanted some of that…I wanted some of that NOW…in this moment….

…

“Please sir…will you play with me a while? Will you spank me?”

And with that…Man in Kilt with a white handlebar mustache went and got a spanking bench…..and bent me over it. I was slightly aware that Beth was near me….I tried to forget that…it was a little weird being in such a erotic place with her there…I was so engaged with this man….I was in a place of dancing…..in a place of opening….in a place of receiving………

He lowered my pants…and I was stretched out over this spanking bench…my fingers rested on the floor…and my bottom was high in the air….I felt like playing with him…being sexy for me and for him..and for who ever!! I wiggled my ass…and he started to play with my paddle on my body…he knew just how to start…soft and sexy….gentle and loving….he filled my ears with wispered words about how sexy my ass was…and how beautiful I was…and how he was going to take good care of me….and the spanking grew more intense…and I moved deeper into this place of an altered state….and soon I was moaning…”Keep wiggling that ass…I like it when you ask…and when you wiggle for me…” he said that so softly that I could barely hear him…..”Yes…sir…”

“Now you will receive 20..they will be strong.”

20??? I knew where we were going…I had gone there with Brian…..and that was a very intense 10…I was really not sure about 20. But I was familiar with this ride…so I keep my breath…and I counted for the Man in a Kilt. The spanks were deep and hard…I may have been loud in my receiving….he played and touched my bottom in between…but he keep a steady pace…..and I was in a tango of sensation by the time we hit 20.

A quick caning for Emilie:

When we got home it was after 7 pm and I had lots to do and I needed to help the kids get ready for bed. I was very impatient with everyone as I tried to deal with them plus do homework (that I should have done earlier in the day when they were at school). John strode into the kitchen (where my computer desk is), bent down, and said, “THIS is why you were supposed to do your work while they were at school.” I nodded my head and knew that I was most likely not going to like what would come once the kids were in bed.

Once I had the kids in bed and completed my homework John told me to go in the bedroom. I went in and put myself over the side of the bed…noticing the cane propped up against the mattress on the other side. He came in asking me why my pants weren’t down yet, so I stood to pull them down and He asked me to explain to Him why I was going to be spanked/caned. I told Him it was because I had been irresponsible and He agreed and added that I had deliberately disobeyed Him by not studying. He undid my jeans and pulled them down and I bent over the side of the bed stuffing the blanket in my mouth.

“Count…”

I did…to freakin’ 24! OUCH! It stung so much and it left such beautiful marks on my bottom (that we did not take pictures of)! So, I’m not going to do that again–when I’m told to study I will study.

She’s also got some shared video (for however long it lasts) that’s quite a lot of fun. She’s very cute and John makes her face the camera and count, so there’s lots of facial reaction shots and whimpering if you like that sort of thing. Also, lots of stern lecturing:

Summer Spanking

Grand Finale

Have you got a girl who’s sullen about her corner time? Or worse yet, stubborn? No matter how many times you spank her, she’s back out of the corner in fourteen seconds flat, wheedling for a cushion or some lotion or whatever it is that bad girls think they should have while they kneel in the corner to contemplate their misdeeds?

I must say, I don’t know why I never thought of this simple solution: A collar, an humble screw eye, and your basic nickel-plated double-ended snap, available at a hardware store near you:

The picture is from Hustler’s Taboo Magazine, which despite a tendency to stylize fetish beyond all recognition, sometimes gets a good spanking scene right these days now that it’s the capable hands of fetish legend Ernest Greene.

See Also:

• Kinky Corner Time
• Hustler's Taboo Digital Access
• Skeptical About The Spanking Proceedings
• A Little Corner Time
• Taboo Magazine

This badly-colored couch spanking photo is a detail from the cover of an old Corporal magazine:

I gotta try this. Only, not on myself. “Bethie? Are you busy, dear?”

Rubber bands are really brutal. If you don’t believe me, try them on yourself. What you do is take a small thin rubber band (thin ones work the best) and stretch it between thumb and forefinger. Now place thumb and forefinger on your flesh, pull back the half of the rubber band pressed against your flesh and let go. Snap! Don’t move your fingers pressed against your flesh when you do it. It hurts. Pull back farther and repeat. In exactly the same spot. Over and over again. After about maybe ten times, the blood starts to rise. You can see all these red dots just under the skin. They almost look like pinpricks. Now continue, on the same spot, the key is to not move your fingers, so you get the same spot with that thin little rubber band over and over again. Now the little red dots get bigger, and grow until you have a little solid red line about an inch long, maybe 1/4″ wide. Yay, its working. Now continue on exactly the same spot, snapping again and again, about 10 more snaps in exactly the same spot, and the little red line turns purple. Good, now move your fingers approximately one inch along the little purple line and continue the above steps until you now have 2 inches of purple line. Now we just need to keep on going like that until that line is 10 inches long. Just about another two hundred and fifty snaps with that little rubber band and we’ll have one stripe done.

From this post at Bondage Blog.