Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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:

See Also:

• Punishing Her Hands

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:

Just a friendly little bondage and cropping, right? Right:

But I purely love the tension between those sweet innocent white cotton panties and the rigorous spreader-bars and hoisted-arms tie. We know, because this is a shoot from of Sex And Submission, that in the very next picture her panties will be down on the spreader bar and some guy will be balls-deep inside her. There’s just something special about plain white panties on a girl who’s about to be giving a bondage blowjob.

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• Mouth Soaping And Bondage Sex
• Hotel Eden From Dofantasy: A Review
• Explicit BDSM Views
• Boning A Criss-Cross Caned Bottom
• Bondage, Spanking, And Sex

I’ve recently been forced (by regular internet outages, bad winter weather, and family obligations that have kept me too much away from Bethie) to stock up on cheap novels that I wouldn’t normally have time for. That’s meant buying “something to read” off of Wal-Mart racks, rather than getting to a real book store and buying stuff more to my tastes. But there’s a silver lining in any cloud. In this case, it’s the following exchange from a cheesy 1980s western called “The Last Mountain Man” by William Johnstone:

In a general store, Preacher sized up the shopkeeper as one of those pinched-mouth Eastern types. Looked like he might be henpecked, too.

…

“Walter!” A shrill voice cut the hot air of the store. “You hurry up now and bring me my tea. Stop loafing about, gossiping like a fisherwoman. Hurry up!

Preacher cringed at the thought of being married to someone who sounded like an angry puma with a thorn in its paw. God! he thought, her voice would chip ice!

“Walter!” the voice squalled from the rear of the store, causing the hair on the back of Preacher’s neck to quiver.

Black hatred flashed across the shopkeeper’s face.

“Git you a strap,” Preacher suggested. “Wear ‘er out a time or two.”

The man sighed. “I have given that some thought, sir. Believe me, I have.”