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I’ve had a lot of fun “testing” canes on Bethie when she’s wearing tight blue jeans. You’ve got to admit there’s something special about well-filled denim, and it entirely thwarts any risk of cutting or breaking the skin with a too-vigorous stroke, so there’s no reason not to put my whole arm into it. And yet, a good strong stroke seems to get every bit as much reaction as a lesser stroke does on bare skin. Good clean fun!

Thus I enjoy (and hope you too will enjoy) this photo sequence of a bad girl being caned over her jeans, from Girls Boarding School:

Now she’s kicking up a foot:

And now she’s kicking up both feet! I think she can feel that:

Of course, the pants eventually do come off, and she’s got some very pretty welts to show you.

A lot of folks into this spanking thing try to keep it fluffy and fun, and that’s OK. But I think it’s important to remember that for some folks, it’s a lot more intense, and they are still enjoying themselves. A happy Annissa reports:

Master has been home since early Wednesday afternoon… this makes me a very happy slavegirl.

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Those few hours we had alone when He first got home were incredibly intense. Within minutes of Him walking thru the door, I was bent over His desk with my skirt raised to bare my ass and Him standing behind me with His favorite cane. This was no tender homecoming. He was swift and brutal. Blood lust. It was quite obvious that He’d missed hurting me as much as I’d missed taking His pain. And pain was definitely what He was out for. Stroke after stroke, He lined my ass and the backs of my thighs from top to bottom and back again. No warm up, no preparation. The very first blow caused me to cry out, by the third tears were falling freely and long before He landed ten I was cursing the pain. He was relentless. Not allowing the pain to subside at all from the last stroke before delivering the next. There was screaming and squirming and begging for it to stop. He laughed at me when I begged for it to end and told me that He wasn’t finished until He had blood. I can’t adequately explain the mind fuck it is knowing that the pain isn’t going to end… that it is only about to get much worse… when you already feel like you’ve taken all you can. The mix of fear and excitement. Knowing that it’s exciting the Sadist in Him to be using me this way makes my cunt throb. He relishes my tears… my suffering arouses Him… finally, my blood appeases Him and He relents. He leaves me with 5 weeping cuts rather evenly distributed over ass and thighs. One on each thigh, two on one side of my arse and one on the other. Welted and swollen… hot to the touch.

Before I could catch my breath He was stripped from the waist down and standing behind me while I’m still leaned over His desk… He grabs my hips and I feel His cock against me. Ramming Himself inside me… fucking me raw, hard, primal like. Like an animal. His thrusts were violent and incessant. Greedy. He was using me for His own gratification, my pleasure wasn’t of concern to Him. In that moment… I was nothing more than a hole to piston His cock in and out of. A body to take His Sadistic desires out on. He fucked me so hard that soon we were both covered in sweat. Salty, moist flesh slapping those freshly laid cuts and tender ridges that covered my ass and thighs. That was rather excruciating actually. It hurt more than one might think and was in fact harder to tolerate that the vicious cunt pounding. When His body started to stick to mine I began to squeal in sounds comparable to those of a stuck pig.

As suddenly as He started… He stopped fucking me. He stopped long enough to give me a long and *really* fucking hard spanking. Simple and no nonsense. Still bent over the desk… cunt dripping wet now. His bare hand against my naked ass and thighs. I think I’d forgotten how much He can make just His hand hurt my ass when He wants to. Freshly caned and fucked only made me even more sensitive and vulnerable to His palm…

From Spanking Writers we hear of Haron’s public spanking in a busy park, while her partner in crime stood guard:

In the wooded part of the garden we wandered upon a secluded clearing a handy bench in it. The benches there are all very pretty, and are begging to be sat on. So, Abel did that. Characteristically, instead of letting me sit next to him, he pulled me over his lap and set about spanking me – quite hard, I’ll have you know. I had been careless enough to wear a skirt; Abel reached underneath it and tugged down my panties.

Our friend, a very shy girl, looked more horrified than I felt. She helpfully stood guard on the path while I got my first bare-bottom spanking in a public garden. It was short, stingy, a little scary and very tasty. A few smacks later Abel pulled my panties back up, smoothed down my skirt, and we continued our walk. (And if you’re wondering how outrageous Abel’s behaviour was, bear in mind that this garden gets over a hundred thousand visitors a year, and many of them appeared to be there on the day.)

Not for nothing do we use “over a barrel” as a metaphor for helplessness. It looks like this helpless lovely (model Lola from Hogtied.com) is in for a bit of intense breast and pussy caning:

More here.

From a comment over at Aunty Agony comes this more-or-less-plausible-sounding update on the state of spanking in modern sororities:

I was a sorority member in the late 90s. Paddling doesn’t occur within national chapters as often because their organizations are monitored more closely. It happens, but it’s hidden-out-in-the-open, if you follow. Local chapters on the other hand, as I was part of, generally aren’t regulated as closely, and let me tell you, we girls did much worse hazing than some of the frats!

Paddling was standard in some orgs, as were pledges with black and blue bottoms after the intake process! Mine sure was! I’ve been spanked since, but never as hard as that. We had to take the paddle on bare skin but you’re told to wear a thong. Some of our sisters would swing so hard it lifted me up on my feet even though I was bent over the back of a couch. I cried and felt like passing out. It took weeks for my rear to heal.

It became sort of a joke after it, because whenever you’d be in the showers, you’d always know which of us pledged an org that paddled by the bruised rears! Some wouldn’t use the gym showers until their bruises cleared up. A few even quit over it. Sometimes somebody’s parents would get upset and make a big deal over it, make threatening phone calls to administration calling us “sickos,” but they knew they’d never be able to stop it because the new girls are so desperate to join they’re willing to be paddled to get in, some look forward to it. It’s hardly a secret. And as Katie – above – said, we’d have a lot of fun doing it to the new pledges.

To be honest, twice I had pledges who started crying hysterically while I paddled them. The first time it didn’t bother me because the girl was a real bitch. Two other girls had to steady her while I swung away. She was one of the few where I intentionally broke the skin so she bled a little. The other time a pledge really broke down, I wanted to stop, but my sisters indicated otherwise with instructions not to ease up on my swings. With each loud WHOP she’d go quiet for a second and then just wail! She hardly spoke to me all year even though I apologized and tried to make friends.

See Also:

• Sorority Initiation Fantasy
• Sorority Hell Night
• Good Hard Sorority Paddling
• Modern Sorority Spanking
• Sorority Paddling

For those of you who think tender boobies don’t get enough loving breast spanking attention from all the fun leather toys out there, this picture from Whipped Women (sister site to Pain Gate) ought to help:

See Also:

• Whipped...And Shoveling Snow, Naked
• Vintage Breast Spanking
• Very Sore Feet
• Breast Spanking
• Big Spanking Bench

Semi tongue-in-cheek question here: What does she really mean when she says she “can’t take it”?

Example:

This prompted an anguished “Please don’t master, I won’t be able to take it” but she kept her bottom raised.

She took the strokes well, so I rolled her back over onto her back and toyed with her some more, before deciding that further cane strokes would be a good idea… Despite her pleading, she kept her bottom raised for the full 48 strokes, and I rolled her back onto her back afterwards – leading to very pleasant squirming as she laid back onto her sore bottom.

Bethie says this too, and it always leaves me bemused. I mean, it’s obviously not literally true; the cane is there, her bottom is there, and there’s no participation required on her part; the cane strokes will land whether she does anything or not. There’s nothing for her to do! In fact, she can’t not take it, especially if she’s well tied up.

I guess it parses to a protest — “that’s going to hurt more than I think I will enjoy” or something like that. But it’s not a request or instruction to stop; those are in another tone of voice entirely. So what’s the point?

Generally it just makes me laugh, and encourages me to demonstrate (again!) that she can, indeed, “take it”, just as she has so many times before.