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I know I watch the faces too much, but they can be so funny! These photos are from Lupus Spanking again, and again the full movie has some scary-harsh cane welts on display — you have been warned. But I’m enjoying the setup shots:
The big girl’s very cute, but I love the amused / skeptical expression on the face of the blonde just right of her. But wait a minute:
Now that you’re looking at the caning block, it’s not so funny, is it?
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A long time I ago I wrote about how Bethie trickily lulled me to sleep and sped me through Amish country to avoid me buying a spanking spoon. Now we learn more about why, courtesy of Scarlet Bottom:
Ok Now my butt is sore. Ive been spanked four days in a row now every night. My bottom has the slightest tinge of blue where my husband focuses the most. Its amazing to me that it only takes two minutes and I no longer feel it…except when I sit down.
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So I was punished three times and had a reminder once this week. Im starting to think of bonfires in my backyard with those wooden paddles we have, especially that huge amish spoon that has more bite and sting than all the other paddles.
We have a variety of paddles. School board style with holes, and a couple square ones slightly smaller. Those don’t feel nearly so bad over the jeans or pants but that amish spoon burns right through like you don’t nothing on.
Heh, we’ll stop next time.
Caning model Catherine Corbet is wondrously expressive. In this photo, isn’t she the very picture of fearful penitance? You can tell she knows she’s in for a caning!
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A reader going by Sam wrote in with the following tale of her first spanking. Sounds like good fun!
Hey –
My name is Sam, and I am a silent observer of your blog. I also have a boyfriend who lives far away from me. I figured you might be interested in this. Subject: my first spanking.
I’m like quite a few other spankees – I’ve been dreaming about getting spanked since before puberty hit full on – its just always been a “like” for me. I turned 18 in May and could finally meet my boyfriend.
We came to an agreement that I would write out my fantasy for him and hand it to him in the car, along with a list of rules for when he met my friends. When I picked him up, I was so nervous I was shaking and my mouth was dry – he spent the entire airport-time asking and making sure I was okay, teasing me about my shyness.
We finally got into the car and were halfway to the motel when he asked me for the papers I was supposed to give him. I pointed to them, sitting in the cup holder, and he read them to himself then questioned me briefly, then put them away and reached over to touch my leg and I happened to *have* to slam on the brake because someone cut me off – he was teasing me about it for the rest of his trip.
Anyway, fast forward through an entire day of teasing, we followed my fantasy to the letter. He sat down, told me to remove my pants and I got pulled over his knee and positioned. He didn’t spank me much, and it was a great variation – sometimes I was thinking that he could hit me harder, and other times, that I couldn’t bare it any more. He used his belt, and he used a flogger I bought before then. Then we got into some other stuff that I won’t give you details about, for your own sake :)
Suffice to say that I learned a big lesson during that first spanking – communication is big. He was hitting too high for my comfort, and I had to tell him to go lower. I also learned another big lesson – spanking probably isn’t for everyone. But it worked fine for me. I loved it, actually. I’m hooked. Anyway – there is a purpose…
The flogger I bought, I thought I would hate. He only missed my ass and hit a more sensitive area once. And the flogger’s sensation was amazing! It was purchased at Spencer’s Gift Shop/Specialty store(with lots of weird stuff inside) for like, $15. It was light weight – I wasn’t marked by the end of our playing, any of the times – and it stung just on the surface, so each strike was like the first time. It can be used to tickle, to playfully hit(he actually amused himself by just lightly striking his own back while I was pleasuring him otherwise), or to actually administer a strike that can make you whimper.
Anyway, I felt obligated to tell you these things as I’ve been following your blog a year or two now, and found links somehow through your blog to “First time” tips and such. And the best part of the weekend he spent – out of six or seven ‘encounters’ we had, I only had to safeword him once; and it wasn’t about the spanking!
I know a lot of people have had bad first-times; but I didn’t, and its (in part) thanks to your blog! Feel free to post any of this on your blog.
-Sam
Thanks, Sam!
Here’s a fun girl/girl spanking/sex snippet one of my searches turned up:
Phew, what a day! Finished off the kitchen decorating with Kate, ended up covered in paint and up against the wall snogging Kate then having her work her tongue down to my very wet pussy. She lifted me up onto the sink area and proceded to give my clit a hell of a going over!
I gave her a nice hard spanking with the wooden spoon afterwards while I fingered her tight butthole. Christ, when she came you should have seen it, it shot out like a guy’s come!
Search engine spanking serendipity!
These pictures from Girls Boarding School are something of an oddity, more pre-spanking poses than actual spankings. But they feature a very pretty young lady who’s in a whole lot of trouble: “Take down your pants!”
And here you can see that she’s literally starting to sweat:
Let the punishments begin!
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In a rare foray into the spanked husband side of our kink, I thought I’d share this anecdote from Fantastic Spanking, in which a man makes one of those absent minded “yes, dear” answers when he really shouldn’t have, and gets the most painful spanking of his life as a result:
I was laying over the back of a sofa, au natural, and Angela was using a short-handled bath brush to put a most pleasant warmth on my derriere. I was allowing myself to become lost in the feeling. Angela was in a playful mood, and she was making fun comments about the deepening shade of crimson on my paddled fanny. I, for the most part, was not paying attention to the comments, preferring to just enjoy her work.
Angela stepped back to take in the sight of my reddened rump. I was laying there feeling quite content, thinking of what other activities lay ahead. Angela took this opportunity to comment, “I’ll bet your girlfriend doesn’t spank you as well as I do, does she?”
I was so wrapped up in the warmth on my bottom and the stirring in my loins that her comment didn’t really register. So, I offered the usual comment that a husband makes when he is not exactly paying attention to his wife.
“Yes, I guess so,” I said.
Now, lest you think that I am some sort of cad, I feel compelled to note that I did not, nor have I ever had since I married my dearly beloved, have a girlfriend. And no one in the whole of the imaginary world spanks as well as my darling Angela. Yet, I had just absent-mindedly admitted just that. I knew that I was in big trouble.
“WHAT!” Angela exclaimed in semi-mock horror. “You’re in big trouble now, buster!” (I told you that I’d be in big trouble). “I’m really gonna beat your butt now!”
I quickly came to my senses and realized what I had blurted. While I knew that my remark was not the correct one (to say the least), I figured that Angela was still full of playfulness, so I replied to her, in my best sarcastic voice “As if you could really hurt me!”
I knew that I was now just digging myself a bigger hole, but, I figured, what was she going to do, spank me? I was already being spanked. Or so I thought.
With that smile and laugh that women always seem to use when they have been playfully insulted by their spouse, she charged me. I tried to stand, but in my vulnerable position, I was not able to become upright before she reached me. She put her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me back over the soft. The momentum carried me far enough over the sofa that I ended up with my ass up in the air and my feet off of the ground. And then Angela began using that bath brush with more vigor than I ever thought possible…
Oops.