Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Over at The Punishment Book, where (at least in theory) the spankings are for punishment and not (so much) for fun, Angie writes about how she earned herself a serious spanking (for neglecting her health) and then (compounding her trouble) stopped taking her potentially-lifesaving medicine because it tasted bad.

Because it tasted bad.

Needless to say, her disciplinarian decided that spanking alone wasn’t going to do the trick, so he gave her a taste of something worse than a bitter pill:

So, I told him. I told him how the prednisone tasted AWFUL, and made me gag, and that was why I stopped taking it, but now I was kind of getting sick again so I knew it was bad that I stopped taking it.

“You didn’t like the taste of the medicine your doctor gave you to get your lungs functioning right again, so you STOPPED TAKING IT? Because you DIDN’T LIKE THE TASTE?” I nodded. He got up, left the room. I heard him in the kitchen. He came back to his room, and went into his master bathroom. I saw him rooting around in drawers in there. I knew what was coming. It’s only ever happened to me once before, really. Once on the phone – but the truth is, I had a towel wrapped around it then, so that doesn’t count. And the only other time Dave did it to me, it was so quick, and I didn’t really remember it, and it was two years ago. Oh my gosh … not this, please. I mean, for what I did, and the reason I did it, this obviously was PERFECT, but nooooooooooo.

“Angela, take off your shirt and come here.” Take off my shirt? Oh, yeah, dripping … yeah, that might ruin my shirt. Damn it. I was hoping I was wrong. Fuck. “Open.” That’s when I started pleading.

“Dave, you can’t soap my mouth when I have bronchitis! I read somewhere that if I’m crying and stuff I could aspirate it! I already have lung issues. You want me to get PNEUMONIA! You can’t do this.”

He just said, “Well, then don’t cry and don’t aspirate it. You want to know what disgusting tastes like? You want to not take your medicine because it TASTES BAD? You’re going to spend some time tasting something bad. OPEN YOUR MOUTH ANGELA. NOW.” I obeyed, and he stuck the bar of Ivory in my mouth. “Bite down.” I did, careful to keep my tongue away, but aware that nothing would keep me from tasting it. I was also careful not to cry, and if you know me, you know this is a feat in and of itself. He marched me to the corner, turned me to face it, and reached around to undo my shorts and pull them, along with my panties, to my knees. “Hands behind your head.”

I don’t know how long I stood there, trying not to taste the soap, but tasting it anyway; trying not to cry, but losing a couple tears here and there anyway. It wasn’t too long, but it was certainly awhile. I knew that when he called me out of the corner there was going to be more pain to come and I was feeling sad for my already-sore bottom, but God I wanted that soap out of my mouth. And I was also thinking, “Geez, I had no idea this is what a mouth-soaping was like. And I bet it gets worse than this. If this is how awful it is, we could use this as a deterrent on the fast-food I’ve been eating way too much of and I swear, it would work where spanking hasn’t.”

When he called me out of the corner, he let me rinse, but only a little. Then he made me bend over and he paddled me with this semi-heavy, school-like paddle (but no holes) over my panties…

It’s a hard life for a poor little fairy girl. This looks like a drawing by Zimmerman, lightly animated by persons unknown:

Y’all know how I like facial reaction shots. Here’s a Girls Boarding School girl “enjoying” her punishment:

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.

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