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Dolli has been keeping count of the number of wooden spoons broken across her bottom. Shouldn’t that be a spanking offense?

I only got to be with D during the day for a little bit, and I got a spanking even though I’m super sick humph! “Being sick is not an excuse for being a brat” is the lesson.

I kinda knew I had it coming just ’cause I’ve been in such a bad mood lately. We have this weird spatula thingy…I don’t really know what it is for but it’s some sort of heavy duty kitchen utensil with a metal handle and a plasticy flat piece with a big hole in the middle that serves as a replacement for the number of wooden spoons D has broken over my bottom. (which is 4!)

I probably would only have gotten a few smacks but I made it difficult. I ran away and I kicked and yelled. I said a lot of things I didn’t mean. I ended up having to lay on my back on the couch then D held my legs up with one hand and spanked me with the spatula with the other…

Kaya, as she sometimes does, has posted some great pictures of herself, including some chopstick bondage of tender bits and the red bottom and thighs she got from this spanking:

He had the wooden spoon, which is quite possibly one of the wickedest ‘normal’ spanking items to be found in your local kitchen utensil aisle. It packs a wallop of a sting.

He made me cry with that damn wooden spoon. The first cry since He’d been home, much needed and felt so so good. He’s immune to my tears, they have no effect on Him whatsoever (except that He strives to get them). But this time, He very lovingly got a tissue and wiped my eyes because my makeup was running and burning my eyes. Isn’t that sweet? *sarcastic smile*

Now really, that was very sweet of Him to wipe away the tears that He caused me to have. I appreciated it a lot.

So, it was declared a day of no pants the other day at Fantastic Spanking, and of course spankings ensued. And all was right with the world.

But I was left wondering something.

People actually wear pants in their houses when nobody’s around?

I never knew that. Why do they, I wonder?

Are you hungry for a good old-fashioned OTK spanking picture? I haven’t been posting quite as many spanking porn pictures lately, so you might well be. Here’s a bog-standard (but very cute) classic OTK position from the folks at Real Spankings:

From this gallery.

Here’s a pickup artist’s account of how he used spanking talk as part of his patter while chatting up women waiting in line to get into a club:

We go to the Bubble Lounge, and there are three cute girls in front of us, so I just start talking to them, “sorry I’m late, boss kept me at work, wouldn’t let me go, blah blah blah, he was whipping me, etc”. They totally are playing back, and I start getting one on one with the cute blonde girl, while my friends very cute wife talks to the other two. She totally likes the whips comments, and we talk about breaking out the whips on our second date. This is getting good, so I break out the classic, “I don’t know who your boyfriend is…but he is NOT spanking you enough.”

She looks at me, smiles, and says, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Promising!

The excerpt that follows is from near the end of a longer blog post that does much to set the scene. If you’re the type of blog reader who does click through, click through now — you’ll enjoy what follows much more in its original context.

If, however, you’re the type of blog reader who never clicks through, you’ll have to make do with the excerpt:

“Funny,” I said.

“What is?”

“I am. When you were listing all my qualities, you left out funny. I’m funny,” I reminded him.

He shook his head, “You’re funny, yeah. Anything else I forgot?”

“Yeah…I’m a good cocksucker.”

His head dropped into his hands and he shook it back in forth in resignation. “Jesus, Kristin. Why do you have to use language like that?”

“Sorry, should I have said fellatio?”

“Alright, finish your canolli. Time to go home,” he said in mock exasperation, as he searched the room for the waiter and our check. He was clearly enjoying my misbehavior. I’d never noticed this about him before.

“Uh oh…am in trouble, Theodore?”

“Kristin, finish it or I will. And, yes, you’re in trouble.”

“Can I have a spanking?” I requested. “I need to learn my lesson.”

“Good thing I’m a teacher, then,” he said…

This funny spanking statue was found, according to this, in a temple along the Yangtze river in China:

I’m sure there’s some complex folkloric/religous explanation. But who needs it?