Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

I’ve been working on my search engine technique lately, trying to find all the spanking blogging that happens as “one off” tales on salacious blogs I don’t routinely read. Some gems have turned up, including this cam girl’s story of the schoolgirl spankings she got:

He asked me if I was a good girl or a naughty girl, and he said only naughty girls went without panties. I told him I was naughty, and he wanted to know just how naughty I was. The whole time, he was rubbing my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingers. As I told him what I’d done this morning, and how I’d been on yahoo and fucked myself on cam for strangers to watch, he squeezed my nipples harder and harder, until they were starting to get sore. Then, he told me that I was a naughty little slut, and deserved a spanking.

He made me get across his knees and flipped my skirt up, spanking me with his hand. I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy. I thought he was just going to play a little but, after he warmed me up, he started spanking pretty hard, and I was jerking around on his lap and yelping for real. He held me down and threatened to gag me, so I quieted some, but part of me really wanted to be gagged. He stopped and told me he’d finish spanking me later, then pushed me down between his legs.

I was kneeling there, looking up at him laying on the bed, and he was squeezing my tits. Then, he grabbed my pigtails and pulled my mouth down to his cock. Once he got me moving to the rhythym he wanted, he reached down and squeezed my nipples while I sucked on him, pushing my head down every once and a while when I slacked off, or when he wanted to thrust himself deeper down my throat. When I thought he was going to shoot his load in my mouth, he jerked up on my hair and pulled me up towards him, so I was straddling his cock.

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After a break and some sodas, we went back for bed, supposedly to go to sleep for the night. I’d forgotten about the rest of my spanking and, when I went to lay down he told me to wait and get over his knee, then took my wooden hairbrush off the dresser and spanked me until my ass was sore all over and I was on the verge of crying. Then, he told me to go to sleep and snuggled tight against me…

In which slave Kara enjoys a caning far more than she expected:

There are three canes that have collected dust, now all three would be used I had no doubt about that so now my job was to accept whatever the Master gave me and try to get my mind to accept what was happening whilst at the same time try to tell my body to absorb the blows.

As I was talking to myself in my mind the first stroke landed….arghhh! Damn that hurt, and I yelled several more times, the thin whippy cane is a ‘b…..d’ and I was so glad when the Master had finished with that one. The medium one then landed and I still yelled but that just seemed to drive the Master on. Six of these landed just like the others. Then the Master took the larger one, and when that landed I knew about it, it landed with a thump and the pain was excruciating and I remember yelling at the first one, I made my mind up that I wasn’t going to satisfy the Master’s streak by yelling so when the next five landed I remained quiet, I screamed inside, but somehow I managed to absorb each landing in silence. The Master found it quite amusing that I was remaining silent and I am sure He landed them harder because of it.

The session finished, the Master put my skirt back down, stood me up and then cuddled me asking me if I was alright. My reply was that I was fine although I did notice I was a bit spacey but dismissed this thinking that that just couldn’t happen with something I hated so much.

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W/we sat and talked about the session, the Master being very pleased how I had taken this very first full session of caning and once again I was trying to come to terms with the slight high I was on, the time had come for me to try and understand myself on how I could possibly get into space with bondage and now caning!

As W/we sat talking I suddenly could hear myself asking for another six with the large cane, my mouth spilled the words out as if it was a normal occurrence. The Master looked at me surprised and asked if I was quite sure, I said that I was, my mind was yelling at me asking me what on earth I was doing, was I stupid, what was I trying to prove and to whom? I think I was trying to prove to myself that my silence was a fluke and that perhaps this time I would do what any other first time cane recipient would do and that is to yell as loud as possible!

So once again I was bent over the end of the bed, my skirt lifted, the two smaller canes teased on my backside. Then I felt the large cane being smoothed across my flesh and for an instant I tensed and held my breath anticipating a landing. The Master may well have seen me do this as the landing never arrived, realising I was doing the wrong thing by tensing I let go of my breath and relaxed myself and a split second later the cane landed, boy did that go through me like a shockwave after an earthquake! I moved slightly forwards to absorb the pain which was excruciating but nevertheless I was silent, five more heavy landings which shot through me like fire, I think on the third one I made a noise but the rest were in silence. The last landing seemed twice as hard and I had to work hard to remain silent, the overwhelming urge to scream was more difficult to hold back than trying to absorb the landings! The administration of these six was over, this time a couple of welts did come up quite nicely but didn’t last very long…

Don’t you love it when they ask for more?

I’ve heard of a lot of good excuses for a spanking, but I’ll confess that “to help concentrate more during church” is new to me. The spanked-for-gossiping business, however, is a fair bit more traditional:

Yesterday was Sunday and when I am getting daily spankings then I also get two on Sundays, it is to help me concentrate more during church. I woke up and started breakfast then went to get a quick shower. As my husband showered I finished up breakfast and then we sat down and ate, I wearing nothing but panties as I was soon to be spanked.

After breakfast I was sent to the corner while my husband did the breakfast dishes, yes sometimes he does the dishes. While he was washing them he would from time to time scold me for my gossiping behavior, warning me that I had better not do any today at church. Then he finished up the dishes he came in the room with the hairbrush and the paddle.

He called me out of the corner and had me strip and I stood before him totally naked as he scolded me, the shame was great and I was crying even before I went over his lap. He then ordered me over his lap and started spanking me with the hair brush, lightly but then getting stronger and stronger until I was crying very repentively. He then had me stand up and grab the seat of the chair and gave me 10 strong swats with the paddle. After corner time I was sent to wash my face and then get ready for church, I sat on a very sore bottom that morning.

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After dinner I was put over my husbands lap for a spanking and was once again crying very repentively, or if you will, sobbing like a very sorry little girl. I was agin told to grab the seat of the chair and this time I got 20 swats with the paddle, and then back to the corner. The I got dressed and we went to evening services.

I love the expresson on this young lady’s face; she’s in position for her spanking, but she’s so not happy about it:

In fact, here’s a closeup on that wonderful facial expression:

From Girls Boarding School.

It’s probably a bad idea for a woman who calls herself “Daddy’s baby” to smart off to “Daddy”:

…then I got kinda sassy and yelled a little bit and got sarcastic. That’s when he took me upstairs and gave me a paddling.

The paddling was bad, bare bottom with the wooden paddle with the holes in it. I screamed my head off and bawled. After he was done he made me go in the corner with my panties down which is SOOO embarrassing, and then he made me go to bed and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. I felt really sulky but not enough to open my mouth and say anything else to get me spanked again.

Then he went into the office and did some work with his office door open and left the bedroom door open too while I was in bed. I think he was doing that so he could peek and make sure I wans’t touching myself in bed which I really really really REALLY wanted to do but I never really do that without his permission because when he caught me doing it one time he gave me a pussy strapping and I never EVER want to have that again.

It’s not easy finding an effective deterrant for a woman who enjoys spankings, but I suppose for some, a pussy strapping does the trick!

There’s nothing sadder than a spanko girl who doesn’t get the spanking she’s expecting. From A Life Restarted:

One of the things that makes me happy is a daily spanking (at my request most often). TND seems to enjoy my request and has no problem giving them. This morning, we had an early wake-up call, with no time for said spanking. So, tonight after dinner, we were in our bedroom chatting as we gathered things to head to the studio for some work TND had to finish.

TND: (as he fingers the paddle by the bed) Honey, could you bring me my hairbrush please?

Me: Sure!

And I pad into the bathroom for His brush, assuming i’m going to get my spanking. grabbing the brush I return to TND, who’s sitting on the bed. Handing Him the brush, I turn my ass to Him.

TND: Thanks.

And He begins to brush his hair. Then He looks up at my disappointed and startled face and laughs.

Me: Hey! I thought…

As He laughs, He turns me sideways and delivers several sound swats to my ass.

We left our home for the studio, laughing and me with a stingy, warm ass.

From an old comments thread at Spanking Writers comes this (fanciful?) tale of a family spanking tradition dating back 200 years:

Did you know that there is quite a tradition of “The Family Strap”? My wife’s family has had one for nearly 200 years. It is made of fine leather and oiled with neeps foot oil. And it is just like new. How do I know? Because the daughter of the family who needs it the most, by common consent, is given the strap as a bequest when she marries. It is hers to keep, but her husband’s to use. Well that “daughter” is my wife, and I am the husband who uses it, quite regularly.

We call Meddy, for Medicinal Strap. So that means I can say in public, Oh I think Meddy might be coming over the weekend, and watch my lovely but overstrung better half wince quietly. When it is time to administer “Meddy’s favour”, Sandy (not her real name)has to strip naked from the navel down – bare feet, legs, and bottom. And then fetch Meddy from her secret compartment. Sandy is hand-spanked first and then Meddy has her turn. The tears and shrieks are real, as is the bouncing red bum. The punishment is noted on a piece of parchment that goes in the mahogany container where Meddy lives. I promised that I would never touch or move Meddy unless it was to use her on Sandy’s arse.

So when we moved, Sandy had to pack Meddy up and move her to the car. But the rules also state that Sandy cannot touch or move Meddy unless she is naked from the waist down. We did not have to discuss anything on moving day. That night, while I was working on something else, I looked up and saw a butt-naked Sandy carrying a mahogany case to the car and trailer. It was dark, so most probably nobody saw her, but if they had, what would they have made of it.