Carpet Beater Spanking
I found a wonderful old innocent “garden spanking, with carpet beater” photo over at Vintage Spanking Photos:
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Spanking Without Internets
Somewhere, in some big city, there’s still a few holdouts, kinky people with no internets. There must be, if this artifact of the 1980s still manages to survive:
Found on Flikr.
You have just got to love “blushes in the basement.” Spankarama, baby!
Ready For Their Spankings
There’s only one reason for that posture and those looks of mischief. “Sir, we’re ready for our spankings!”
Found in the vintage erotica newsgroup on Usenet.
Detailed Spanking Notes
The tireless Debra Hyde, author of the Pursed Lips blog and one of the few kinky bloggers I can think of who has been blogging for much longer than I have, has decided to reinvigorate her blogging style. And to start out the business, she’s written The Perimenopausal Pornographer: Notes From My Spank-o-Files. Which turns out to be a worthy spanking essay for several reasons, starting with the wry acknowledgment of that you don’t necessarily have to be a juicy young thing to enjoy a good spanking:
It was an email like any other, landing as innocuously in my mailbox as those that arrive from various mailing lists, web sites, and on-line pitchmen. But its message was anything but innocent. Blatantly, it blared in spam proclamation, “Young women who need spankings are everywhere – maybe even on your own street!”
I scoffed, of course they’re on my street! Or at least one of them is – me. But then I looked closely at this webcam come-on and one word stuck out at me: Young.
Ah, I see. Youthful, firm butts, soft as a baby’s behind. Rounded muscles, magnificently glutinous, perhaps reaching J-Lo generosity, all unblemished by the march of time.
Well, that excludes me. I’m afraid I fall into the as-yet-undesignated category of “Mothers I’d Love to Spank.” Perhaps even leaning towards grandmother status. Either way, I’m definitely among the “mature,” according to the lexicon of today’s pornographers.
Mature though I am, sometimes I need a spanking every bit as much as those “young girls” purport to, and I’m lucky enough to have a partner who enjoys dispensing the pleasure of pain. When Thomas puts me over his knee and applies the sting of his hand to my naked, trembling rump, slapping me until I’m squirming wildly and begging him to stop, my soul is in nirvana while my body steps one foot into hell. The sting of the human hand against my flesh is far more daunting than you might imagine, far more extreme to me than a whip or quirt or even a cane. Nothing stings as fiercely and, if not for Thomas’ erection pressing into my belly, I’d probably swear off hand spanking entirely.
The essay ranges widely after that, covering wooden spoons, sports bets, canes and decision making, the personal origins of spanking kinks, and even the ever-popular topic of why we like it:
Now, if the wherefores of spanking seem simple for us, the why’s aren’t all that complicated either. Spanking comes down to one thing: erotic pleasure. I love the sensation. I relish how it courses from rump to cunt, how undeniable my lust becomes. Thomas likes the marks, the redness, my squirming reactions, and (when he hits pay dirt) how my cunt plumps, swelling until it looks feverish and ready to burst.
Seriously, read the whole thing.
The Cane As A Rhetorical Device
No slouch with rhetorical devices herself, and a dab hand with a simile, Haron nonetheless cracks me up with her description of rhetorical advantage (and ogres):
I let out my breath after the last one and looked at Abel over my shoulder. He had that pensive look again, like an ogre who had just eaten a little girl who wasn’t quite agreeing with his digestion.
“That was five lots of six-of-the-best,” he said. “You know about that schoolgirl who got caned every morning before her lessons? On our blog? If I gave you another dozen, you would have had her whole punishment in one go. I think that would be quite cool.”
I thought that it would be quite a sacrifice for the sake of I wasn’t sure exactly what, but I was the one with an upturned bare bottom, and Abel was the one with the dragon cane, and thus he seemed to be at a rhetorical advantage.
Indeed, the man with the cane always has a rhetorical advantage.
Why do you think they stopped teaching rhetoric in schools at the same time the school cane fell into disfavor? Coincidence? I think not!
Glowing Red Bottom
It’s been a long time since I posted anything from Spanked Cutie, but I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this healthy full-bottomed red glow:
You can see more of this toasted bottom here.
Dolli’s First Paddle
There’s nothing unpredictable about this story, but it’s still fun. I purely love that first moment of outraged shock when a girl discovers that a new implement she’s been secretly wanting actually hurts:
We spent a couple of days visiting friends. I was a good girl while we were away, but I really wanted to stay at our friends yesterday longer than D was going to allow so I was upset in the car on the way home. I pouted and I didn’t want to talk in the car. D kept saying he was going to get a paddle soon and keep it around “for when you’re a bad girl like right now!”. I really didn’t think he meant so soon beause the second we got back around home we ran a few errands and he took me to get one.
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We went to the store and D took me right up to this wall with paddles hanging on it. He looked around and picked the one I had to get. Then he walked up to the register and said that I had to get the paddle off the wall and bring it to him and the lady at the register. Which, was not fun!
The paddle is leather…and a little flexible. IT STINGS!!!
From Dolli Be Good.