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Found this bit of Dubigeon art (featuring generous breast welts) on the newish-looking Titty Blog.
I notice that one of the whips on the wall looks a lot like the martinet Bethie got for Christmas…
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From the way Spankable describes getting caned while positioned on her back with her legs held up toward her chest, it sounds like a position I should use more with Bethie:
I hadn’t actually remembered about the discipline, I just didn’t want to go to sleep without cuddling him first (like the night before). He came in, saw me reading lying naked on the bed, and fetched the cane before he even came over to cuddle me. Instantly he had my full attention and everything was quivering. I tried to hide it as usual, talking about the book and giving him a belated xmas present, but I think he saw it quite clearly in my eyes.
The caning was hard. He reduced me to shaking, anxious, helpless and tearful before even touching me, simply by putting me on my back for the caning. I really find that position hard, no matter how tightly I squeeze my legs together everything’s on display, and it’s a lot harder to hold position like that than it is lying on your front or bent over a chair. Plus, the first stroke was low down and hard, which as far as I was concerned was not an auspicious start. Somewhere around the third stroke or so I begged to break position, to stop, to rub, anything. I was crying and telling him how hard it was to be good, while simultaneously trying my damnedest. The strokes also hurt more than usual because the position pulled all everything tight, so the ‘inner’ bits of skin down along the cleft and right next to my cunt got the brunt of it, whereas those parts aren’t normally affected at all.
Afterwards I cuddled up against his chest, snuffled a few tears, whimpered quite a lot that my bottom hurt. We talked about how hard I found beatings in that position…, how the cane bit into different parts of me from usual, how hard it was to be good and not break position.
Then he put me back in position and gave me another three…
As a man, I find it’s always useful to get into spanko women’s heads to learn what they like and why they like it. For this purpose, enjoy a woman’s spanking fantasy from a random Myspace:
What pleases me? Good conversations and hugs please me. So does learning something new, playing a close game of cards or dominoes or pool, hearing a good groove or tasting delicious flavors. Like most women, I love surprise gifts… random affectionate acts like flowers or a sensual massage or a lunchtime call (or rendezvous). Sometimes it’s a caress or kiss, but sometimes I like to play like I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.
I don’t mean brutal punishment or physical harm, but someone to dominate me a little (ok, maybe a little more than that.) Get into my thoughts and find ways to stay there. Like a call late in the afternoon telling me to pull up my skirt, take my panties off and touch myself until I’m throbbing with desire… delaying my orgasm because I’ve been told to save it for you and knowing what I’m in for if I don’t wait to share it with you. Getting home and being tied to the bed… being teased by exploring hands, a warm, wet tongue or anything else you wish… squeezing me and spanking me until it really smarts (making me insanely hot) and making me beg for you to let me… um, damn… I need to stop… I don’t even know your name.
It’s been a while since I posted a good movie spanking. This one is a promotional still for the movie Too Young To Kiss and features actress June Allyson.
Too young to kiss, but apparently old enough to enjoy a good spanking…
I’ve always enjoyed playing in the woods, when Bethie and I can get deep enough into the trees to get away with it. Here’s a fun sample of that sort play from Pink Bottomed Girls:
Quickly, she was wrapping the long scarf first around the tree, and then me, and back around in front to secure my hands in front of me, arms around the tree. “Stay there, and don’t move, little slut,” she commanded, gripping my hair by my ponytail and jerking my head back to look in her eyes, and then let go and sashayed away, scanning the ground. She knows that degradation- to be called a little slut, a dirty whore- gets me off like nothing else- well, except perhaps hairpulling. My knees turned to jello, and I leaned into the tree. I knew she was looking for a branch to switch me with…
Soon, she found one, smirking as she prepared the fallen branch to meet my bottom. “You nasty little whore, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods… what if someone comes, you little slut, you?” I shivered as she came closer, wrapping her hand around my ponytail again, jerking my head back. “You dirty girl… whining about being too sore to hike far because you were fucked to hard by someone else the other night… and you want me to take pity? Spread those legs” she commanded, walking behind me and nudging one foot with hers. I got into a position so I was leaning against the tree, legs back, my bottom perfectly rounded and waiting. THWACK! Burning sensations on my thighs. THWACK! Again on my bottom.
“Please… please!” I whimpered, imagining hikers hearing my little moans of pain.
“Come on, slut,” she teased, “You can take much more than that. Ten more, and I want you to count. I’m going to punish your dirty nasty little slutty bottom.”
Here’s a very authentic facial reaction shot of a female miscreant who looks extremely sorry indeed:
That’s model Ellie Mayes caught in mid-scream there. She’s a very naughty girl, it turns out, so much so that there’s a photo of her holding her cute-but-sore bottom cheeks apart and winking her rosebud at you.
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Nice to see Annie and Robert getting up to their old tricks again. It seemed Annie earned 33 spankings on 33 subsequent days, and one of them went like this:
Day Three, 6:30AM:
“Turn over,” I think I hear inserted into my dream. “Turn over.” There it is again. Then I feel his hand pressing my shoulder towards the mattress (I’m a side-sleeper) and another, “C’mon, baby, turn over.”
“Why?” I utter through my sleep drool.
“For your spanking.” Well, OF COURSE.
“Now? Can I pee first?” I ask, somewhat desperately.
“Are you going to wet the bed if I say no?”
“Probably.”
“Go.”
Actually, there was no probably about it. That matter addressed, I headed back to bed to meet my fate while thinking, “it is waaay too early for this shit”.
Robert had already placed a pillow for me to lie across, my still-tender-from-the-evil-wooden-spoon-spanked-bottom positioned for further abuse… or rather, kind attention from my loving husband. No wait, I was right the first time with “abuse”, it doesn’t graduate to loving attention until at least 10AM.
SMACK! OWWW!
“I know you have a busy day ahead, so I thought you’d appreciate getting this out of the way first thing,” he said in a supportive tone. SMACK!
“OW! Oh, yes, my gratitude simply cannot be articulated…” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OW! OKAY! I deserved that! OOoow!”