 |  |  |  |  |
In grasping for a word for the look on the face of this bound and whipped model from Pain Toy, I have to go far afield from my usual vocabulary, and seize upon a word one rarely finds in a kinky context:
The closest I can come is “exaltation”, which is “a state or feeling of intense, often excessive exhilaration or well-being.”
Perhaps that’s overkill, but she’s clearly into it.
In case you doubt me, let’s go for a closeup on that look of exaltation:
See Also:
Sad Miss Lonelyhearts letter from the January 11, 2007 Winnipeg Sun, as reported by All Things Spanking:
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts:
My girlfriend has been coming home with what look like spanking marks on her rear end. It always happens on the same night of the week when she’s supposed to be at her dance lesson. I decided to check up on her and found her car at the lesson place, but she didn’t come with everyone else out after the lesson. Her car remained there. I finally got tired of waiting and went home. She came home after midnight and she had those marks on her again.
I’m afraid she must be seeing someone kinky. She used to be into the kinky scene, but I’m not that way. What do you think?
Sigh, another kinky/vanilla romance gone sour.
Sheesh, the excuses some girls will come up with for their misbehaviors. For instance, this gem from I’ll Beg:
The other night I got a quick little spanking. Just a little bit. After not being spanked in awhile, I always have to get my spanking juices flowing again & also even just a little spanking hurts more. Hubby decided to spank me “about 15 times” while I gave him a blow job laying across the bed. But after quite a few spanking he asked me if I had counted. I hadn’t, I was busy trying to suck his dick. Concentration is required for a job well done.
What kind of lame excuse is that?
(Just kidding…)
If you’re the sort of man who thinks a good set of welts makes a cute bottom even cuter, you’ll love this gallery from Spanked Cutie. Take one cute bottom:
Remove panties, cane liberally and with great vigor, and viola! Cuteness!
Back in November I posted a bit by Mistress Sky, who was just starting to learn to enjoy caning. Apparently the project is coming along nicely:
I asked if we could please use ALL the canes we own during sex magick/play yesterday. I explained that I do enjoy the light rat-tat-tat caning, to a certain extent, and that I wanted to feel the difference between the canes and their effects on my buttocks. So, I’m in control, I have asked for what I want and my Master has agreed. He knows perfectly well that I do not like canings, but he understands completely, my feminine logic!!
I wore my newest Teddy and hold-up stockings. I never prepare mentally in advance because it defeats the object and detracts from the whole experience… but I did gulp nervously when I saw all 4 of the ‘nasties’ laid side by side on the bed. Incense was burning, circle opened and candles lit: We came together for kissing and touching, foreplay, if you will, to relax and confirm our mutual desire before I gave up my self to him.
As I bent over the end of the bed, I tried to quiet my mind, for it is never truly still or empty. His palm connected with my flesh in the familiar way, lightly spanking each cheek as the first part of the warm-up. The latex (light) flogger followed, both swishing and strokes, which always sting a little as they wrap round me! Then, pulse racing, I see him pick up the small, thin, short whippy cane – which shall forever be NLB to me (Nasty Little Bamboo)!
Even the tiny, rapid, light strokes hurt. Ouch, ouch, I squirmed, but didn’t actually move. I was very relieved when he put that one down. Next came the slightly thicker bamboo. I managed a little better with this one – it still stung, but a little less than NLB, so this one I christened LNB (Less Nasty Bamboo). I was becoming very moist and my bum was pretty warm by now, only 2 more to go.
I’m not technically minded where canes are concerned, because I don’t like them (well I didn’t…) so I don’t really know what to call No.3. It’s light wood, straight and quite long compared to the bamboos. This one I enjoyed. I could feel the Raven getting into the rhythm and matching the intensity of the strokes to the feel of the cane. It’s definitely an art and he’s bloody good at it. I even asked for more and he obliged by repeating the light caning strokes and pattern of playing them all over my cheeks.
It just got better when I felt the first firm strokes of the large, heavy bamboo. They stroked me while they stung a bit too, but I felt myself drifting through my own mind and had to make an effort to pull back and ask for more (twice!). I was greedy, but to be honest, I was on such a high that I couldn’t have cared less. He was careful to bring me back down with the crop and the light flogger before we made love. I was rocked by the most intense orgasm, as was he and delighted by the whole experience.
Am I the only one who thinks Dolli from Dolli Be Good ought to be spanked for excess exclamation points?
A couple days ago I got one of the worst spankings I’ve gotten in a while! Oh my gosh! Lately I’ve been SOOO obedient, but this day (wednesday) I was just having trouble listening. It was the first day back to life from vacation, and I was really sad. D was trying to get my spirits up but I was just giving him attitude…(and maybe calling him names :/ ) I really should have stopped when D started counting down to getting the belt. Yeah, no. D got the belt himself. He didn’t even tell me to get it which he usually does! So I was a little worried. I had a pillow put under my hips while I laid on the sofa. I hadn’t had the belt if FOREVER! I forgot how much it stings! I got a long, hard strapping. My bottom was ON FIRE! But I ended up feeling a lot better.
A cane stroke per, would do nicely, plus an extra with the belt for every capitalized letter not found at the beginning of a sentence.. Then she’d only use them when she needs them.
The audio in the video this Girls Boarding School screencap is from — of a vigorous bathroom hand spanking — is really quite fun.
There’s something about the sharp cold acoustics of a tiled bathroom that make a spanking sound much more vicious!
