Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

From Tea and Oranges, a pussy spanking anecdote:

A few days ago, we were in bed kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, and things were getting a little heated. “I want you to spank me,” she said. At this point, we still felt tentative about how we were going to proceed forward, sexually. We knew we still wanted to incorporate elements of D/s, but we also knew that we needed to move away from the restrictive definitions of that and find our own way, our own Tao (more on that later). I certainly did want to spank her. I longed for it.

“Present your ass for spanking,” I said. She got on all fours and raised her ass up and out, waiting for sting of my hand. I grabbed a fistfull of hair at the back of her head with one hand and spanked her ass but good. I had her lay on her back and pinched her nipples and spanked her breasts as I kneeled above her. “Stroke my cock,” I ordered, and she obeyed. I laid next to her and again closed my fingers around a thick rope of her long hair.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded. Again she obeyed. I spanked her pussy, which she loves, but it often reaches a point where it becomes quite intense for her. Every other time in our lives when I’ve done this and she said to stop I had stopped.

But not this time.

“Stop…” she whispered once. I kept slapping her juicy wet labia. It made the most delicious smacking sound. She bucked and twisted her hips and tried to close her legs. “Open your legs,” I commanded in a curt tone, and gave her hair a hard tug. “No… stop…” she whispered. I put my mouth right up against her ear and whispered as quietly as I could: “You don’t want me to stop…”

And I kept smacking that pussy until she came.

We lay there afterwards, and after a while I said, “You’re welcome.”

A few minutes later, she said, “Thank you for not stopping.”

What do a dozen cute girls do when they get to the beach? Why, they spank each other, of course!

It’s so sad, have you ever seen a young lady in worse need of a spanking?

You would think she’d realize she’s in no position to cop that sort of attitude!

From Bondage Blog.

Here are some “preparing for a whipping” shots from Pain Gate. I do like the gritty outdoor post-industrial setting:

Fair warning: the sample photos here are relatively mild compared to the serious whipping photographs that predominate at Pain Gate, so proceed at your own discretion.

See Also:

• A Whipping In The Sun
• Whipping Post Picnic
• Girl/Girl Martinet Whipping
• Pain Toy Whipping
• FemDom Bondage Whipping

Bad girls should reform immediately. Why? Because somewhere out there, this scary-looking guy is lurking with his “The Enforcer: Bad Girls Beware…” paddle and a bucket of hair gel:

{shudder}

Much as I always enjoy reading Tiny Nibbles, I sometimes get lost over there trying to follow Violet Blue through her world of fire-breathing machines, fast-paced literary projects, and wild San Francisco parties populated by amazing characters. On Thursday she paused to share with us a more personal update, and (oh yummy!) it seems to have included one heck of a belt spanking:

She hurt me. We were in a suite high above the city; she’s a wealthy power femme who doesn’t live here and we only see each other about twice a year. She flew to see me. The hotel room was breathtaking, and once inside with the door locked, her black designer gown slid off her shoulders revealing nothing underneath, save her high, high heels. She came close and smelled like chocolate; she removed my glasses and kissed me until I felt like she’d broken all my bones and put me back together again. Later, after we’d explored each other with lips and hands and tongues and toys and slaps and bites, she set to work with my (SRL) Carhart belt. She took pictures.

Sadly, Violet hasn’t blogged the pictures. Which in any case wasn’t (as the man in the song says) very likely, and we didn’t expect it. But I can assure you that if she does happen to put up some eight-and-a-half-by-eleven color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what it was about, you’ll hear about them here ASAP.

I like this flogging posture (from Sex And Submission) quite a bit more than the usual tied-up-to-the-rafters scene:

And besides, we don’t all have rafters. But who doesn’t have a chair?