Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

And A Subtle Slavegirl knows it:

This morning he paddled my bum with both sides of that nasty paddle he recently purchased and then he pulled out one of his amazing, technocoloured crops and worked over my bum some more. Why? Just because he can.

I liked it. He thought I didn’t, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him otherwise (he’ll find out later when he reads this anyway…lol) And as always, it hurt like crap during, but felt abso-fucking-lutely fantastic afterwards. The indignity and unfairness of not having done anything wrong but getting cropped anyway, was the icing on my morning cream cake.

The sharp *CRACK* of leather on palm in the Girls Boarding School video this screencap is from is enough to make me wince, and my empathy for punished girls is usually — shall we say — minimal. Perhaps it’s because hand punishment isn’t my kink, but this would sure get my attention:

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I could swear I’d blogged this picture before, but I can’t find it, so perhaps not. It’s a still from The Fuller Brush Man featuring Red Skelton spanking Janet Blair:

I’m looking at that exaggerated oversized hairbrush thinking “Where can I get one?”

Sadly, I imagine that’s actually a Hollywood prop and not authentic Fuller Brush product anyway.

That did lead to a related musing, however. Those door-to-door brush salesmen were legendary for their willingness to say anything that would make a sale. I wonder whether, in the odd event that they encountered the man of the house, they ever made any sales by hinting, implying, or outright suggesting that a Fuller brush would be ideal for administering much-needed spankings?

Taking it up a level for all you kinky women who look both ways in the health-and-beauty-aids aisle before smacking a hairbrush into the palm of your hand to test it: Do you suppose there were Fuller Brush men who managed — knowingly — to sell brushes to women who were hoping and imagining that the brushes would be used on their bottoms?

The vintage spanking erotica never fails to amuse. I like the big smile on the face of the woman with the hairbrush, who is clearly enjoying her work: