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In which Angelbrat pretends she didn’t know she had a spanking coming. Me, I think her fruitless efforts at distraction were perhaps a smidge calculated:

Once upstairs I decided to make an effort to improve my attitude, so I climbed into a hot bath and did a very thorough job of shaving myself in all the important places. When I was finished, I put on some sweet smelling lotion (something I used to do every single day, but somehow fell off of – I’m trying to make it a habit again) and put on pretty panties and a white t-shirt.

I lay down and read for a little bit, then yelled for Nick to come up. He came up within a few minutes, his hands suspiciously behind his back. I tried to ignore this disturbing development, choosing instead to offer him my freshly shaved nether regions. He seemed suitably interested, but when he sat down beside me it turned out to be the other side of me he wanted to see.

After a bit of protesting, I turned over, and immediately tensed when he pinned me to the bed. Never a good sign. It took me a while to figure out just what it was he’d been hiding behind his back, mostly because it was hard to concentrate while he was blistering my bottom with it. It turns out it was a hairbrush, which I figured out about the time it broke across my bare butt. He took up the campaign with his hand, which pretty quickly got old for him (how do you think I felt?) He ordered me to stay put, then got up to find a new implement.

He laid his hands on a wooden spatula that I picked up for a dollar somewhere just because, well, I’m a spanko who likes to shop. Now this thing didn’t look very sturdy. When I bought it it was just for play. Apparently it’s made out of some sort of super wood. He absolutely set me on fire. This was one of the longer spankings I’ve ever had, running somewhere over 500 swats, I think. Right now I have a very sore bottom.

Afterwards there were more pleasant activities to pursue, and a less stressed spirit with which to pursue them. Tonight I feel much better, and very much loved.

Here’s a sweet tale of an innocent first spanking, originally published under the title “First Girlfriend” in Janus magazine, and excerpted therefrom at A Taste Of The Birch. As always, we are indebted to Alex Birch for his tireless transcription from his excellent collection of vintage spanking porn:

It started one afternoon when she turned up in jeans. She began to tickle me, laughing mischievously, wordlessly inviting me to do the same to her. Naturally enough she was more ticklish than I , and was soon convulsed with helpless giggles. I stopped so she started again. This time my retaliation didn’t stop until her pleasure became so intense it actually seemed to hurt her. “Give in?” I asked as I pinned her down.

Suddenly I wanted to hurt her, have her beg for mercy. I wanted to demonstrate power through pain. She was lying on her right side, her right leg straight out and her left leg drawn up so that there was a contrast in the shape of each buttock. The one nearer to me was held in a beautiful long curve, whilst the other bulged at its underside – the tight material of the jeans distorting their overall shape to very pleasing effect. I had both knees pressed down at her waist, between her ribs and hip, and now I began to rock up and down making her gurgle and splutter; my hands free to poke her flesh and fondle and grope her wherever I wished.

For a while I stroked her neck and played with her lovely little breasts, before moving my increasingly urgent attentions lower down. I squeezed and pinched at her right buttock before sensuously running my hand over the arc of her bent left buttock, tracing the centre seam of her jeans with my fingertips where it had sunk deep inside the cleavage of her bottom.

Linda giggled nervously as I did this. Perhaps there was not an entirely pleasant glint in my eyes. The urge to smack my hand down on that left cheek was becoming irresistible. Why should I resist the temptation? There were no constraints to my behaviour. Whatever I did, Linda forgave – enjoyed even. She told me that she endured it only for the kissing and making up afterwards, but she was not entirely convincing.

“I think I’m going to have to smack your arse!,” I announced imperiously.

“Oh, why?” Linda pleaded, her pretty face puzzled yet flushed and very excited.

“Because I want to!”. Linda watched warily, and not a little fascinated as I raised my hand high.

“Don’t.” she whispered, but her voice lacked any conviction.

I leered at her, then smacked my hand down on the exposed target as hard as I could. There was a satisfying loud smack, and my palm stung as I gave her drum-tight buttock a really hard spank. Linda yelped and cried out, “Don’t!” again, in a little whining voice that sounded to me more of an invitation than a protest.

I smacked her there again, and again, and again. Linda whimpered,”Don’t, you’re hurting me,” each time my palm struck her bouncing bottom. I paused, my determination to make the spanking hurt redoubled by the submissiveness of her response.

Suddenly I unleashed a flurry of spanks as hard as I could, so that Linda’s whines turned to high pitched squeals…

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:

• Paddling Wendy
• Another Pretty (Spanking) Face
• Well Whipped Pain Toy
• Spanking Girls Having Fun
• PainToy Cane Punishment

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.