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Here’s a classic spanking hold known as the Panty Grab, very useful for holding cute bottoms in place when you don’t have the panties down yet:
From Whipped Ass.
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Here’s something you don’t see described very often: a punitive breast spanking, from a book called “The Institute” as excerpted at A Taste Of The Birch:
“This filthy little bitch is a thief,” she proclaimed, standing the girl up to face her classmates, “and like all bad girls she has to be punished again and again!”
“Please, I’m sorry-” the girl whimpered, squirming nervously.
“Unbutton your shirt!” Mistress Shirer commanded brutally.
The girl started to undo the buttons but her hands were shaking and unable to grip the buttons properly. Mistress Shirer pulled the shirt open impatiently, ripping the buttons off. The girl tried to shrink back, attempting to hide her naked breasts but Mistress Shirer tugged the girl’s hair to make her stand properly. The girl winced and stuck her chest out, displaying the fullness of her firm breasts to all the other girls.
“Cup your breasts,” Mistress Shirer commanded and the girl obeyed, cupping her large breasts and raising them up, accentuating the swell of her flesh. The girl’s face was blushing deep red with shame, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
The first blow startled Lucy, who had become lost in the contemplation of the beautiful raised breasts bathed in the bright sunlight that streamed through the windows. Mistress Shirer began to lay hard sharp slaps on the naked ripe fruit held out to her, the loud slap of flesh on flesh beating out a rhythm of painful punishment. The soft white breast skin was flawed with a deep crimson tan, the impression of Mistress Shirer’s fingers clearly marked for all to see. The girl closed her eyes and bit deeply into her lip. Her chest was burning and stinging, the regular strokes on her breasts painfully sharp.
Mistress Shirer varied her strokes, ensuring that each breast was spanked in turn, and also spreading the strokes over each breast so that the girl’s flesh was an even colour throughout. She paid attention to the nipples, landing several blows directly on each, so that the nipples stood out sharply and glowed a deeper colour than the surrounding flesh.
“Thank you Mistress,” the girl whispered when the breast spanking was finished. Her chest was patterned with deep red finger marks on a carpet of smooth pink tan. Her chest seemed to be aflame, the smarting concentrated in the tight sensitive buds of the nipples, sending confused messages to the rest of her body.
“Let the girls see how you are marked,” Mistress Shirer ordered.
The girl uncupped the two punished breasts and put her hands on her head, elbows parallel to her shoulders so that her breasts were displayed to the best advantage. The flesh on the underside was still milky white, but it merged gradually with the scarlet finger marked flesh where Mistress Shirer’s expert hand had chastised her. The dark reddish brown nipples were hard little buttons, provocatively erect, aching for relief from the smarting ache that covered them.
The punished girl kept her eyes averted but held herself up, pressing her breasts higher. She glanced up at the other girls, trying to look defiant, but the blushes of shame were clear to see.
“Now bend over the punishment desk,” Mistress Shirer ordered the girl.
I love the vivid simile in this excerpt from a recent post at The Punishment Book:
Anyway, after my bottom was sore and glowing red he said, ‘Now, go stand with your nose against the door while I think about the second half of your punishment.’
I heard him open the wardrobe and there was the clack of the canes that hang in there like hungry vampire bats. I shuddered…
Hungry vampire bats? I’ve got them in my closet, too. Imagine the cheesey Transylvanian accent: “Ve vant to be biting your butt!”
As I’ve noted before, whipped-girl pictures like this one from Pain Toy are fun to post because they always make Bethie whimper and peep through her fingers. This photo makes me think I need to get one of those spiffy single-tail whips:
I’m sure Bethie and I would both enjoy it….
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Here’s a food column in the Anchorage Press that starts very promisingly:
The other day my girlfriend came home with a bag full of fresh stinging nettles that she gathered near the creek. I’m so proud of her. As a reward, I used the nettles to tie her up and spank her. Then we ate the nettles.
What’s wrong with this picture?
Well, first of all, the only nettles you’ll find this time of year are young shoots. If you’re hungry, that’s good, because young nettles are the best eating. But if you’re horny for some prickly bondage, then the springtime nettles don’t cut it. Can you imagine spanking someone with a 4-inch nettle shoot? Never happen. You want them at least waist-high, which they’ll become late spring or summer. That’s also when the stalks make the best fiber, for tying and stuff. And if you still want a little snack after your love smack, you can eat the tips (at least until they flower) and you can always eat the leaves.
After that it devolves into a tasty-sounding recipe for nettle ravioli. But you have to admit, it started strong!
There’s a new outfit making original kinky porn, and I’ve been finding some of their photoshoots quite, er, stimulating. Whipped Pussy combines severe bondage with pain play of all sorts, including caning, whipping, electrosex (they have a vicious-looking cattle prod), clamps, and evil uses of little needles. It’s not, strictly speaking, a spanking site, since they don’t feel the “pure” spanking fetishist’s compunction to direct their whips and canes only at a lady’s buttocks. No, the tenderer the spot, the more likely it is to get some whippy attention:
However, if you look at their page of free preview pictures, you’ll not have far to look for thoroughly welted asses, either. They definitely know how to use Bethie’s favorite (not) Lexan cane:
I also very much like the fact that some of their models are big, curvy women who don’t look bony and fragile like the typical cocaine-fed porn starlet. Don’t get me wrong, they have plenty of cute little hardbody types too, but they aren’t absolutely stuck on taking pictures of women so thin they can squeeze through a fresh-painted picket fence without getting messy.
Besides, isn’t this girl just about the cutest thing you’ve seen since you got your last puppy? If you don’t want (at least a little bit) to pet her until she starts wagging her tail, and then put a collar on her and take her home to her very own, very secure kennel, I’m sorry man but you’re not quite alive.
I’m touched by the fifties domesticity expressed in this comic book panel from Usenet:
“Oooh, Mr. Brant, don’t…stop!”