Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

I’ve written before about the mixture of horror and hilarity that goes through my head when I find kinky people excoriating other kinky people for crossing the line and indulging in the wrong kind of kink. Imagine, then, my amusement in discovering this post by Adele Haze:

There’s a mindset which seems to dictate that you consider everybody who had an edgier kink than you a total pervert, whereas you and your friends are simply in touch with your sexuality.

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So, a person into spanking but not knife play will freak out about knife play. A person into knife play but not latex will point his finger at the latex people. Adult babies get the stick from just about everybody, while folks who are into branding and real heavy physical stuff are reduced to scared blubbering heaps by a hint of simple domestic discipline. Race play? Don’t even start. And so it goes, around and around and around.

What gets to me is that you never know what remark will make somebody shudder in disgust at you. Narrow minds begin to narrow in the most unexpected spots.

It can get totally stupid between people who are all into spanking. Same kink, right? That’s what you’d have thought. And then the Spanking Is Sexual and Spanking Isn’t Sexual camps smash together and begin arguing their point, while the people for whom spanking can be both things depending on the circumstances sit in the middle with their heads spinning. And how about the Role-Play Is Fun and the Dressing-Up Is For Idiots camps? After that you get the Spanking Is Serious and the Spanking Should Be Fun people pitching fits, declaring each other wannabes, pretenders, abusive bastards and all that stuff.

If nothing else, she’s reminding me of how little I miss the spanking discussion boards, which I used to frequent before I got too busy working on this blog and keeping Bethie in line. (Of course, Bethie’s board is different, because she mostly moderates the kinky prudes into oblivion, and she keeps the hissing catfights to a dull roar.)

I have to share with you this very-well-presented bottom covered in light caning welts. Isn’t it the prettiest thing?

From this free gallery courtesy of Red Ass Teens.

So Swan came home from school one day and got a paddling. Her students would have been so scandalized to see their teacher upended with her dress up:

I was barely through the door, still laden with all the bags and junk that we teachers tote around with us, when He had me by the hand and was dragging me into the house. I did manage to get my lunch bag dropped off in the kitchen, and wiggle out of my coat before He dragged me off to the bedroom.

In the blink of an eye, He’d tipped me over the edge of the bed and had whacked me a couple of cracks with the Hanson paddle that He obviously had placed close at the ready. Yelping, I squirmed out of the way, completely unprepared for the suddeness of it all. Without a moments hesitation, He grabbed my wrist cuffs and a strap for around my knees and proceeded to restrain me.

That calmed me some and centered me into the place of a more quiet acceptance of what was coming. Stacking up some pillows, and now pulling up my “school marm” dress, He dumped me back onto the edge of the bed. This time He did give me the gift of a warmup, spanking me thoroughly with His hand until I could feel the heat rising through my tights (He does love it when He catches me wearing tights). Then it was back to the paddle, and this time I was caught. He’d been promising for weeks that there would again come a time when He’d spank and not worry about whether I liked it or not. I suspect this was the commencement of that reassertion of His place.

I begged. I yelped and cried and hollared and squirmed. He went right on. It was, with the exception of the warmup, entirely His pleasure that was being served.

Here’s another vote in favor of the cane, this time from Lisa. It seems she quite enjoyed her first caning:

I mentioned earlier I bought some new toys for Edward’s toy box. We had tried out all but the cane the first night they came in and well last night we tried out the cane.

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He fondles my pussy a little more and then reaches for the toy box once again. I can’t see the box because it is behind me so I haven’t a clue what he is about to grab and then he strikes me. It is like fire line across my bottom. I wasn’t sure at first but after the third stripe of fire across my bottom I knew he was using our new cane. It was wonderful I must admit, the feeling was electric, first I heard the smack and then I felt the fire run across my bottom. He paddled me good with it and I squirmed and yelped and when I was about to stop him cause I couldn’t take any more, he stops and puts cold lotion on my bottom to help take the sting out.

Here’s a really excellent nightclub spanking picture found on Flickr:

I get complaints from time to time that the stuff I post and link to here at Spanking Blog is too harsh, and scary to the people at the mild end of the spanko spectrum. I’m genuinely sorry about that, but a little surprised also — from where I sit, Spanking Blog is pretty mild. The folks like the ones over at Pain Toy are the ones who aren’t messing around:

They do things with single tail whips, and canes, and sore bottoms, and exposed breasts, that make my eyebrows go all the way up (not to mention making Bethie shriek and hide her eyes until I make the nasty mean pictures go away). For all that, their photography is some of the best I have seen, and their models are lovely, willing, and often even cheerful.

See Also:

• Rosy Red Riding Cropped Bottom
• Spanked Until She Cries
• Pussy Whipped Pain Toy
• Pretty Spanking Welts
• Introducing Pain Toy

I know some of you wish I would never talk about whipping or caning or anything “too sadistic” (I’m quoting from a deleted comment), but the spanking game is all over the map when it comes to desired levels of intensity. Here, for instance, we have Naughtyone begging for the cane, and loving it when she gets it:

He eased up on the whipping and rubbed his hand over my burning hot ass and across my throbbing pussy. I pressed my cunt against his hand, silently begging for it. He pulled his hand away before I could have my pleasure.

“Your ass is bright red,” he smiled. “Ready for the cane?”

“But, but…” The innocent girl routine once again.

“You deserve to be punished, slut. You dripped cunt juice on the sheets.”

I wasn’t surprised. If I wasn’t wet and horny enough before, I certainly was now. He picked up the cane and ran the tip gently across my clit and pussy lips. I moaned loudly, wanting, needing.

“Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me you want it hard,” he demanded.

“P…Pl…Please cane me,” I managed to whimper.

“Good girl,” he smiled again. He started gently with the cane, as he usually does. It can easily cut and leave evil welts if you aren’t careful. His light taps just made me want more. My ass was already warm from the crop, and I was ready for a good caning.

“Harder, please?” I squeaked. He quickly obliged, the strokes of the cane falling much harder upon my ass. He raised burning welts on my ass, each one met with screams of pleasure and pain. He drove me to the edge and pushed me into a deep endorphin rush of subspace. I don’t know exactly how long the caning lasted, but from that point, I loved every moment of it.