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Remember Spank Vote ’06?

It’s a little unclear what her motivation was — I think her bottom had been too long neglected — but Bethie posted a picture of a bunch of our toys and invited readers to vote on them, with the idea that the most-favored toy would get used on her, with the number of strokes equal to the number of votes.

Of course she hoped that her friends and readers would vote for the soft flogger or something twee and friendly like that. But no, y’all are a welt-thirsty bunch, and sensibly enough voted (early and often) for the clear lexan cane. Bethie never seems to remember, in the spanko world everybody wants to see the most vicious implement on offer, as long as it’s somebody else’s butt that’s in the line of fire.

Whereupon Bethie said “Ulp!” and promptly set up a long string of much-delayed, much-rescheduled medical appointments at which there was at least the remote possibility that somebody would be looking at her butt.

However, “We can’t, I can’t have welts, I’m going to the doctor!” is an excuse that will only fly for so many months. And so, on Valentine’s day, she finally got her big caning.

Since this was all her idea, I took it slow, gave her lots of time to rub and complain and wiggle her butt (you should see the video of that, but probably never will) and so forth. What I did not do is succumb to her “this is supposed to be fun, you’re only supposed to do it tappity-tap” blandishments. While this was not “sixty of the best” because the lexan cane cuts more than either one of us like, they were the strongest strokes I could deliver without cutting (much). I kept reassuring her that this was exactly the sort of fun she signed up for. As usual, she didn’t believe me at the time, but I think she does now. She’s already looking forward to playing with the new Delrin canes I bought her for Valentine’s Day.

In this shoot from Whipped Ass you’ll find more F/f spanking, as per usual. I specifically like this whipping photo:

Why? Because I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such discrete thong spanking panties. Just a string and a cute patch of lace that appears when her legs get “too far” apart. Not that I really approve of such modesties, but as decoration goes, it has its value.

You should all go bother Bethie until she tells you about her new hairbrush and her new razor strop.

Y’see, for a long, complicated, and boring, yet enormously frustrating, chain of reasons, her bottom has been getting neglected an awful lot this winter. And she’s compensated by buying toys. On eBay, I guess. Toys that seem — before she gets them — mild and gentle.

Yesterday she oh-so-casually showed me her new hairbrush. It was light, and the handle too short for my large hands, and I wasn’t very impressed. But I grabbed her and yanked down her pants for a quick field test, and darned if she didn’t start leaping about and yelling and carrying on like I’d started whipping her with a sock full of fire ants. Since she wasn’t staying put, I had to throw her over the high arm of the couch (where she can flail her arms and legs without her bottom moving much) for more extensive testing, and lordy! the complaining and protesting I got! I swear, I’ve gotten less reaction from straps that would make a Georgia prison warden look over his shoulder for witnesses.

She immediately began explaining her plans to get rid of the thing, so of course I had to forbid that.

And then, not two hours later, she came into the bedroom to “show me” the razor strop she bought (“it was cheap”, yah sure) on eBay. Three minutes later she was yelling and protesting and complaining that it wasn’t anywhere near as soft and friendly as it looked in the picture.

Oh yeah, and make her show you the excellent paddles she bought at Hobby Lobby or one of them craft stores like that. She’s got a fancy digital camera, so accept no excuses.

So Plum had a good date with a new dom:

There was nothing in the past six months so sexually delicious as the time we’ve spent together so recently, and I am amazed to see how much my pleasure is enhanced not just by being pinched and slappped and treated roughly, but by that sense of ownership, of giving and being used.

Our night together was lovely and long and he’s talented with his hands just in the way I like.
“Would you like to spank me?” I asked (begging in my brain).

“Oh, yes!” he said, and when I obediently bent over, slightly pushing up round bottom up off the bed, he said, “Oh, that looks so submissive, good,” and then he didn’t hold back in caressing my skin with his hands in between ever harder, more forceful splaps.

The sound of his hand on my skin was nothing next to the delicious stinging pain I felt as he rained open handed blows on my backside, hips and legs, and the warmth that spread through my body through the pain. Whe he took one one of his big hands and stuck his thumb right inside me, plugging me at the core as his other hand spanked my ass, it was so good I wanted to moan (and I did.)

As he worked me over, I felt amazingly excited, but I also had the thought going through my head This man understands me, he knows what I want.

“Turn over,” he said, and then, with his big thumb still inside me, he began to bite and tease my breasts, sucking first one nipple, then the other, and then zeroing in on the sensitive nipples with his tongue and his teeth.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” I said, and he nodded and then he bit me, grinding the nipple between his teeth until I saw little stars from the pain at the same time that my pussy tightened, grabbing him so tight he yelped.

We went on like that for a while, his mouth on my breasts and his hands in my cunt, and he pushed me to orgasm again and again, controlling my pleasure just the way I like it, pushed and played and exhausted right to the edge.

I think I came at least six times and I squirted at least three, pouring fluid out of myself again, and again, gushing so plentifully when I thought there would be no more that I almost couldn’t believe it.

“Suck my cock,” he said, and when I kneeled to the task, I had him moaning with pleasure in a way that made me feel great.

I found a wonderful old innocent “garden spanking, with carpet beater” photo over at Vintage Spanking Photos:

See Also:

• Carpet Beater Spanking For The French Maid
• Cleaning Heidi's Carpet
• Big Carpet Beater Spanking
• More Carpet Beater Spanking
• A Carpet Beater For Buns

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!

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.