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I always enjoy these bondage poses (this one is from Wired Pussy) where there’s a menacing cane (this one looks more like a biblical “rod” to me) looming over the helpless bondage model:
Let the caning continue!
Some candid spanking-and-sex writing from Pleasure of Being A Spanked Wife:
Yes, I have had some wonderful spanking experience just recently.
It started Friday night when I got a bit mouthing and just stated OH SPANK ME WHY DON’T YA. He took my word for it and bent me over pulled down my sweats and spanked me for two minutes solid. I think the only reason he stop was because his hand got sore. THANK HEAVENS FOR THAT. My poor bottom was a cherry red and I was in seventh heaven. I was also a little bit shocked at his reaction to my statement. I didn’t expect for him to react so quickly.
Later that night as he was working on the computer, I decided to thank him for his prompt reaction to my statement. I turn him around in his chair and pulled down his pants and started to give him a BJ. He could see my excitement over his ever growing penis and proceeded to turn me over my favorite recliner and finish the job in my pussy. Which when done I happily clean him up with my tongue….
It would appear that this pretty lady has been sent outside in her dainty underthings to find her own switch:
Found at the Vintage Spanking Photos blog.
This was supposed to be a bad girl spanking. Funny how these things don’t always work out:
I set to work making my brat squeak and sqirm, bringing the brush down repeatedly on her reddening bottom. Every time she sqirmed out of position I gave her a swift paddle on the top of her legs to remind her to stay still and take her punishment like a good girl.
I stopped after a while, a little out of breath, my wrist starting to hurt. My brat crumpled into my arms, her breathing began to slow, as she rubbed her sore bottom. She looked up at me with her big eyes. “More?” she asked.
Who could refuse that? So the brat went over my lap for a bit more naughty girl time… followed by lots of snuggling and lotioning of her bad little bum.
An amazing set of cane marks from Pain Toy. Dramatic marks, yet even, and without a hint of the broken skin you so often see after a hard caning by someone who is less than an artiste with the rattan:
The thigh welts have gotta smart!
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I get the most amazing emails from my readers. Today’s scholarly missive comes from Stingingpleasur, who’s found an ancient reference to spanking play. Stingingpleasur writes:
Hello. Since you like finding spanking trivia, here’s the oldest clear reference to spanking play that I’ve ever come across. (Especially old since the word “spank” is only from the early 18th century.)
The poem is “The Land of Cokaygne” from Anglo-Irish poems of the Middle Ages: The Kildare Poems. (Author: [unknown]). This poem survives in only one manuscript, London, British Library, Harley MS 913. It was probably compiled in Ireland in the early 1330s.
The original middle English runs:
Whan the abbot seeth ham flee,
That he holt for moch glee.
Ak natheles al ther amang,
He biddeth ham light to euesang.
The monkes lightith noght adun
Ak furre fleeth in o randun.
Whan the abbot him iseeth
That is monkes fram him fleeth,
He taketh maidin of the route
And turnith vp hir white toute,
And betith the taburs with is hond
To make is monkes light to lond.
Whan is monkes that iseeth,
To the maid dun hi fleeth
And geth the wench al abute,
And thakketh al hir white toute.
And sith aftir her swinke
Wendith meklich hom to drink,
And geth to har collacione,
A wel fair processione.A translation:
When the abbot sees them fly,
Their antics make his spirits high;
But still he calls the busy throng
Down from the sky for Evensong.The monks, reluctant to obey,
In headlong flight swoop far away.
When the abbot sees this sight,
His monks refusing to alight,
He takes a maiden standing near,
And upon her snow-white rear
Beats a tattoo with open hand
To make his monks come down to land.When his young monks see that sight,
By the maiden they alight,
Round about her they career,
And each one pats her snow-white rear,
And then, with all their labour done,
Soberly they walk, each one,
Home for a drink at their collation,
In file according to their station.
It’s worth studying the Middle English, which despite some unfamiliar words is not that obscure when you’ve got a modern translation to hand. I especially like the way our spanked heroine goes from “maidin” to “wench” in one short stanza, courtesy of a good hand spanking.
Hmm, I think I know someone who can do that.
This week’s update over at Sex And Submission features a good bondage hand spanking and a nice red bottom:
