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We know how this story goes! First he takes down her panties, and then it’s “Whick!” and “Oh, please” and “Ouch!” until the cows come home and her bottom is well-striped with red welts:
Here’s a real nice bit of vintage spanking art from Rare Erotica. It’s called “Harem Punishment” and it’s from Le Journal, in 1889:
Found a new spanking blog today, ShyCindy’s World. It caught my eye for two reasons. First, the “About Me” blurb contains a message that — sadly — too many kinky men, on and offline, need to hear:
I’m 26, cute… and into being spanked. This doesn’t mean I want to be treated like crap, or that I’m meat that lives for your pleasure. Get over yourself!
She also has some fun stuff to say about that old standby, the dollar-store light paddleball paddle:
Do you know those cheap paddle ball toys they give you as a kid? You know, a plywood paddle with a rubber ball on an elastic string? The ones you’re supposed to bounce the ball on as many times as possible-the ones they give you as a party favor at birthday parties when you’re little. I bought one at a local dollar store, and I keep it in my bedside table. When I first bought it, I had all these fantasies about putting the ball inside me, so that I could feel it tug every time the paddle was raised. This was an incredibly hot idea, but once I got it home and examined the item more closely, I realized it couldn’t work. The ball is a lot smaller than I remember it being as a child-I imagined it to be about the size of a tennis ball, but it’s actually smaller than a golf ball. If it were inside me, it would end up dropping right out, if there were the least bit of wetness (which would certainly be happening at the time). As an anal insert, it’s equally inept: the rubber band attaching it to the paddle is very a pitiably cheap and thin string, that even a slight bit of pressure would snap. My medical fetish is not nearly well-developed enough to enjoy the idea of kneeling fanny up, as a team of emergency room staffers fish around with forceps in my rectum. Add to that the fact the string is attached to the paddle with what would be a skin-scratching staple, I detached the entire apparatus (including pulling the staple out with a nail clipper).
As a spanking device, I really love my little paddle. Because of it’s size and weight, it provides a less dramatic spanking than a hair brush or wooden spoon, and because it covers about a third of a cheek with each blow, even a new spanker can wield it with accuracy. Also, it’s great with partners you’re converting to spanking, because they see the child’s toy with the silly cartoon on it, and they don’t have to suffer “spanker’s regret”. It takes several swats before the paddle starts to really sting, and by then they’re either so locked into the experience of spanking someone that they’re too comfortable to stress out about nonsense like if it’s healthy/unhealthy; or they’re never going to enjoy giving you a spanking, and the relationship either needs to be reconsidered, or at least you might need to have a serious talk about what behavior outside of the boundaries of monogamy is acceptable.
My paddle makes a quick, sharp ‘pop’ noise with each hit, and when I’m getting a rapid paddling, the echo of the slaps over-lap each other as they bounce against the walls. In relationships, the paddle is the implement I offer most often for correction of ‘crazy girlfriend’ behavior. After I pass through an episode of being bossy, irritable or hysterical for no known reason, I will regret my irrational mood swings, and set things up so that both my guilt and my partner’s suffering can be exorcised with the paddle.
Oh dear, it does not sound as if Angelbrat is the Jokari paddle fan Bethie is. (Bethie, how many have you ordered on Ebay now? Is it six?) Here’s Angelbrat:
By the time he got down Jokari, there was no arguing from me. I knew it was coming, knew I deserved it, and just wanted it done with. He lectured me a bit, then began to spank me. Jokari is the absolute worst paddle we own. It never comes out unless I’m being punished, and if I’m being punished, very rarely does anything else get used.
He continued to lecture as he paddled, and I learned pretty quick that it was not the time for excuses. It wasn’t very long at all before I was kicking and crying, and when the “please” fell off the “please stop!” he yanked down my pajama bottoms and spanked even harder.
Here’s a nice after-the-spanking picture from Real Spankings, showing one of their lovely models sitting rather gingerly on her bared bottom. If that paddle’s any indicator, she’s a mite sore:
Pictures of her spanking are here.
I have, in my time, been witness to some truly astounding feats of academic procrastination, the more epic of which have consumed months of potentially productive effort. But I never thought I’d see the day when getting a spanking (at eight in the morning, no less!) seemed preferable to getting to work:
This morning at breakfast I was cuddling my cup of coffee, convinced I would never, ever be able to type one more word again. Even thinking about going back to work made my eyes water a little bit.
“I can’t switch my brain on,” I complained to Abel.
He looked with me with due sympathy. And then he suggested:
“Maybe you need your bottom switching on? Would that help?”
Oh, I thought, a spanking! Why, that would take me out of the thesis misery for at least 10 minutes! It might even wake me up! I nodded several times with great enthusiasm.
He led me upstairs – by the hand, holding it gently, comfortingly. He sat on the bed and drew me over his lap. I hadn’t got as far as wearing any panties yet (panties at 8am don’t really happen), so he swept up my house dress and started smacking my bottom. It was a light spanking – as comforting as a long hug first thing in the morning. There was just enough sting to create a little cloud of warmth, but not enough to make me regret accepting his offer with so much enthusiasm. Little by little, my bottom was switching on.
But of course, this is Haron we are talking about.
The venerable Whipped Ass paysite doesn’t get mentioned here as much as it once did, because it has changed in content and tone from a dedicated F/f spanking theme to an all-female rough sex site, featuring rough lesbian sex, reluctant seductions, and all manner of intra-girl bondage sex and erotic meanness. It remains rather delightful if you like that sort of thing:
But alas, spankings have become just one more item on the menu, rather than the daily special they once were. Still, they do happen:
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