Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

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!

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.

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.

Eva has a deep philosophical post up about that ancient and notorious philosophical quandry known as the mind-buttocks duality:

After that we went to bed.

I really wasn’t in the mood but I knew I could probably be persuaded… especially if he got the Hitachi out for me to play with.

Things were progressing nicely when he stretched across the bed and reached under it. We keep two items there.

The Hitachi.

And the crop.

While my mind was thinking “Please oh please let it be the Hitachi” my butt was thinking “No way, dude. We want (yes we.. there’s two of them back there, yes?) the crop.”

My butt won. It was the crop.

It was also the best spanking I’ve ever had. Aren’t they all? Hehehehe…. He really nailed me with some fast, hard strokes. And when he entered me from behind he continued the spanking. That’s the best. The absolute best.

Given the inherent difficulty of transcribing internal conversations, we shall pass lightly over the apparent fact that Eva’s buttocks address her mind as “dude”.

We’ve all grimaced at the mood-killer effect of spanking models cracking up with laughter during a supposedly oh-so-serious punishment scene. But sometimes it can be a lot of fun, especially in a more light-hearted production:

That’s “Kmillia” laughing her head off in a spanking-and-sex video from Far East Media.

Far East Media is of course one of the few sites to acknowledge spanking as foreplay, featuring videos that begin with spanking and after the (sometimes light and laughable, sometimes quite heavy) spankings, move smartly along to the hardcore sex (including, sometimes, oral and anal sex). So they don’t need to take the spankings quite so seriously.

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In which Amber speculates about the advantages of a bit of bondage mixed with her spankings:

When he comes back, we will be trying some handcuffs and the door-jam-what-ya-call-em – I think that a woman thus restrained will be provide for a more efficient punishment administration – no sliding onto the floor in agony and hence having to be directed back up into the position by the hair (an O-ring on the collar would be useful for that), although the same is often accomplished by a tender rub on the cheek and the gentle “get up”; no turning around after an especially hard stroke; the unlimited access to breast strapping and those exquisite caresses only he can deliver (nipples getting caught between the tails of the tawse as it brushes over the bare flesh is way hot).

And, of course, the full control of the pool of wetness between my legs. He could even blindfold me with a scarf if he felt like it and then play with ice – which is something he likes to do especially when I am blindfolded because otherwise I don’t let him – come on, we didn’t have ice in our drinks in the Soviet Union and moreover I grew up in the desert. Somehow I am afraid this is exactly what he’s gonna do.

An unexpected handful of snow applied to a warm place can be fun too.