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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.

Feet are fun to tickle and play with (especially when they are all tied up securely as in this photo) but for me personally, the bastinado fantasy never did a whole lot. Caning the soles of her feet? You’d need to be more of a foot fetishist than I am. But you have to admit, the aft end of Hogtied.com bondage model Annie Cruz is awfully cute, and the temptation to at least menace those pretty feet with a few light swishes would be hard to avoid:

See Also:

• Bastinado Girl
• Bastinado Artwork
• A Touch Of Bastinado

If this were a shaggy dog story, it would start: “So these two SCAdians walk into a leather merchant’s shop…”

Well, they do. And they buy a pair of cheap riding crops. Marital hilarity ensues.

Anyway, we got them for a buck each, and were happy they had been so cheap. Maddie was *so* excited, she began slapping almost anything within reach with hers. I, being a model of virtue and temperance, did no such thing, and saved it for later use in the list.

On the way home, however, things took an unforseen turn (although it shouldn’t have been unforseen….).

Maddie readily admits that she is the likely culprit for the role of instigator (any memories I had of conversations to the contrary, closer to these events, are surely mistaken…). She began slapping me in the arm and leg as I was driving. Of course, both of us were still in garb, and had our crops in our belts, so the weapons were still close at hand. I defended myself as best I could.

I need to explain that Maddie has two simple rules for these fights, should you take a shot that hurts: You’re a pu$$y if you look at it, and you’re a pu$$y if you rub it. Only the head was off-target.

There was NO holding back. These blows were *whistling*. They were little riding crops, and we could generate some serious velocity, even in the close quarters of a van’s front passenger cabin. They were going, ‘whoo – THWACK’! with each blow. Especially if you snapped it a little at the end. We even found we could get little combos going – bicep/thigh, hand/forearm, etc. And of course, were laughing like a couple of loons the entire time.

So there we were, going 70 down the highway, flailing away at each other. Both of us were too stubborn to admit that any of the blows *might* have hurt, and to either look at it or rub it was to concede defeat. So we kept upping the calibration. Two stubborn, competitive people with riding crops make a bad combination.

We finally ‘negotiated’ a cease-fire, and of course neither side was willing to admit defeat, so we both could claim victory, or at least a tie.

After we got home. we found we were *covered* in welts.

It doesn’t matter how you do it, as long as you and your spouse spend quality time together. Ahh, mawwige….

70 MPH? Ulp! Kiddies, don’t try this at home! Closed track, professional drivers only.

For a first OTK spanking, this tale of latex gloves, spanking, baby oil, and “whatnot” is amazingly adventurous and hot:

So I came downstairs after J and he was sitting on the sofa, there was a bottle of baby oil on the table. Oh a massage I thought- nice. He was sitting on his hands and told me to come and stand in front of him. I did and he pulled out his hands to reveal latex gloves :-). He then patted his knee and told me to lay over them. So I did thinking he was going to massage my hip as it had been very painful all day.

The next thing I yelp out loud as his hand comes down hard on my arse! He gives me a really hard thorough spanking! I cry out again and again but he doesn’t stop. He continues smacking the same spot over and over. My feet and fingers can only just touch the floor. This is the first over the knee spanking I have ever had. I haven’t even been naughty!

After a while I start to feel a change in myself, as my tension is released and I sink into the spanking. It hurts, really hurts and i can feel the burn. Jeremy tells me my bottom is very red and asks me if I’m enjoying it. i tell him yes I am but that it really hurts. ‘Good’, he says!

He seems to know to keep going, to attend to my bottom with the required amount of spanks and with enough pain to take me to where I need to be. After a long while he stops and I feel the cool softness of the oil being poured onto my bottom. It stings! he rubs it in, round and around my buttocks, gradually getting firmer. It hurts where he pinches and probes on the very sore spot but this only adds to my now great need!

His fingers dip down and find my pussy, he grabs it whole in his hands and rubs it hard and fast. He is rough then gentle. His fingers covered in gloves and oil slide into my very wet cunt. It is so good. I moan and lift my arse as best I can towards him. He takes a buttock in each hand and spreads me wide. In thie position i am embarrased. Being over his knee and then having him spank me was embarrasing no matter how much I wanted it or enjoyed it and now having him open my arse like this causes me to blush deepply. I feel very much controlled. His fingers go back inside me and I explode on them.

From Getting Wet.

I’m not really much of a Madonna fan, and in any case Madonna-in-fetish-gear is hardly breaking news in this millenium. But I like this photo of Madonna with riding crop, from a recent (?) concert in Montreal: