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In which Slave L gets a paddle spanking for failing to remember a simple task (well, simple but for the element of public exhibitionism), and then thanks her master properly, after:

i wondered on the way home if Master would comment about my disobedience and initially i thought He was going to bypass it but when were laying in bed He asked why i had not done as He’d told me and as ridiculous as it sounded i could only answer that i’d simply forgotten. He asked if that was really the case or if i’d just been too nervous but it was in fact forgetfulness, it had slipped my mind completely until He’d brought it up. He told me that forgetfulness was not a good reason and to bring Him the wooden paddle. i returned to the bed and offered Him the paddle, He told me that i was to have 10 strokes with it, i was to count them, thank Him and then ask for the next one, all audibly, oei the latter was the biggest problem.

Kneeling on the bed i waited for the first, the wooden paddle is probably the nastiest one He has but it can also be pretty cool if He doesn’t use it too hard, what would it be today? The wait is always horrible, part of me just wants Him to start, to feel whatever it is that He has in store for me, the other part wants to flee in fear. That usually only lasts as long as it takes to feel the first stroke, then i’m totally lost to Him and the sensations He causes.

When it finally came the first lash was harsh and took my breath away, it took me a moment to recover enough to be able to thank Him and ask for the next. i’m not sure if its the element of shock that always seems to make the first one so severe, today was no exception to that, each following stroke seemed less painful. What did surprise me was that instead of waiting until the pain had fully ebbed before asking for the next as i usually do, i heard myself asking while i was still trying to deal with the last stroke. Then came the final one, i heard Master ask which it was, i told Him the last, He replied “and you know what that means don’t you?” i did, it would be the harshest of all, and it was, and in spite of knowing that there was no way that i could brace myself for it.

my arse was still burning as i laid my head on Master’s shoulder, as He held me He commented that maybe that would help me not to forget the next time. i felt how He gently guided my head down to His rock hard cock and as i took Him into my mouth i felt how He slid His fingers inside me stating how soaked my cunt was.

Pretty blonde motorists with vehicle trouble — how many porn scenarios open this way?

Alas, the dude on the four-wheeler is no leather-clad knight of the roadways. In no time her wrists are tied, he’s feeling her up with utmost concentration, and she’s so about to get a spanking:

And not just a spanking: our opportunistic anti-hero has a whip, a dick, a mile of rope, and a handy bale of hay. The shoot is from Sex And Submission.

From a quote board for Eve Online, this bit of gamer spanking chat:

Ivana Bloe’Jah > i want to be spanked
Yun Hui > /emote spanks ivana
ZX525 > /emote spanks ivana
ZX525 > /emote punches yun
ZX525 > thats my woman u touching
Yun Hui > /emote is a girl
ZX525 > /emote aplogises and gets the video camera
Yun Hui > thats more like it :)

I pretty much missed the golden age of movies that had lots of spanking and whipping in ’em (although there was one nice sexual butt-wallop in Crank, the movie I saw last night). I’ve never even heard of 1947’s Black Narcissus, but the girl getting whipped seems plenty cute enough:

Found in the vintage erotica newsgroup on Usenet.

See Also:

• Hot Summer Spanking
• Another Movie Spanking
• Spanking In the Movies

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.