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I was searching around for spanking tidbits for all of you — yes, boys and girls, this blog does require some putting together — when I found a blog where a young lady is reading one of the Gor books, posting little excerpts with her reactions. It’s kinda fun, so I’ll share with you one of the spanking bits. The blog is BDSM Pandy’s Journal, the post is here, and the book is (I believe) Slavegirl of Gor:

The guard took me and threw me, belly down, on the platform, fastening my wrists over my head and widely apart, in leather wrist straps. He similarly secured my ankles.

I love that position. I also love how rough they are with her.

It was hard to be a slave girl. Men tease you, but, in an instant they may change, and their eyes grow hard. You must be careful what you say, what you do. They hold the power of the whip.

I find this interesting. A lot of times, Adam and I will be joking around, and then suddenly he’ll take something I’ve said as disrespect (whether it was meant to be or not). I guess I need to remember that all joking aside, I am still his slave.

He suddenly seized me by the arms and lifted me to face him.

That was kinda hot.

My guard, however, with a great laugh, seized me and, like a naughty child, threw me across his knee. He then beat me, soundly, with the stinging flat of his hand, until I cried for mercy and wept.

Hehe she got spanked. I love being spanked over Adam’s knee. I don’t know why, but that’s one of my favorite ways to be spanked.

I took the hand of the guard near whom I knelt, and placed it at my waist, slipping his fingers inside the double loop of binding fiber that belted my camisk, that he might hold me.

His fist suddenly tightened the loop, and I gasped, being suddenly drawn toward him.

That reminded me of Adam. I miss him.

Here’s an extremely cute anime-style spanking artwork, featuring one mean young lady riding another and using a rapier as if it were a steel riding crop. Not nice!

Found on Usenet. (larger version.)

I can well believe that at some point during somebody’s bondage and spanking games, it’s possible to get bored. You’re standing there, all tied up and no way to go anywhere, when he gets it in his head to untangle that 150-foot skein of rough hemp rope that’s somehow gotten tangled with four pairs of velcro wrist cuffs. (Er, not that I’m speaking from experience or anything, there’s nothing like that in my toybag. Moving rapidly along.) Before you know it, you’re yawning and trembling and wondering if you’re going to miss the late-night re-run of The Daily Show. It can happen.

But still, but still… perhaps it’s smarter to keep your boredom to yourself?

I think Good Girl might agree — now — after her experience complaining of boredom:

Sir said this lesson would be about implements… meaning spanking implements… items traveling at a high velocity toward my ass, breasts, thighs. yea.

He started out with 4 really really hard swats to my ass with the riding crop. I was nearly in tears after that, and he wanted this to last the entire 40 minute session, so he gave me a break after that. He left me standing in the starting position for a while, and pretty soon my ass stopped hurting and I got bored.

And then I did the stupidest thing ever – I told him I was bored. What the fuck was I thinking?!

He looked at me for a minute like I was smoking crack, and then got down to business…

Is anybody using the new customized Google home page? I’ve long set my default browser window to Google.com, but since they introduced the new Google Personalized Home I’ve enjoyed that instead. Basically it’s a page where you can easily (with just a mouse click or a URL cut-and-paste) add as many headlines as you like from whatever blogs, news sources, or anything else with an RSS feed you may enjoy. That way every time you open your browser, you get at-a-glance headlines for whatever’s new at your favorite sites. It’s really fun.

For those who are using it, or would like to try it, I’ve been flying a one-click button banner to help you put Spanking Blog on your customized home page:

However, I don’t have any feedback to indicate whether anybody’s using it. Have you tried it? Do you like it? Let me know.

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.