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This illustration of a breathtakingly hard tawse spanking caught my eye because of the sheer energy of it. Plus, I never can resist that wide-eyed “Omigod I can’t believe how bad this hurts!” look of disbelief, in that moment when astonishment has warred with pain for control of the facial expression, and has won:
From Usenet.
In her most recent weekly column, Mistress Matisse fielded a question about what to do when your hand gets sore before the spanked bottom in question does:
Good lord, darlin’, do you not know about paddles? I feel your pain here—I’ve played with people whose behinds were so tough that the old saying, “This is going to hurt me more than it does you” was literally true. My hand would be red and sore afterward, and they’d be saying, “You know, you could spank me longer and harder next time.” Ow.
And yes, some of these people insisted that they didn’t like paddles or other implements, just bare-hand spanking. Perhaps that’s what you’re hearing as well. To these people I say: “I will spank you bare-handed until it becomes uncomfortable for me, and then if you want more—guess what, we’re using a paddle.”
Too right!
Yes, yes, I know that supervising her treadmill time while holding a cane can be fun, but it’s not as creative as it might be. MonMouth has been riffing lately on a sex-related exercise program, and for a warmup exercise he offers The Crouching Kitten:
1. The “kitten” kneels down on the floor (a considerate trainer would provide some soft underlay) and grabs her ankles. It is imperative that this position be maintained throughout. If not, then restraints and/or punishments will have to be used.
2. After ensuring that the trainee is in the correct position, she should be securely blindfolded.
3. Taking his time, the trainer should walk around her a few times to raise anticipation. At this point, begging on the part of the trainee is allowed.
4. At a moment of his choosing, the trainer takes a position in front of the crouching kitten, takes out his cock, and orders her to find the tip with her tongue. As she seeks it, blindfolded, the trainer should make the trainee work for her mouthful and not allow her easy access to her reward.
5. Once found, the kitten should be allowed to suck to her heart’s content. No hands are allowed, though. Any divergence from this rule should be punished immediately with a firm spanking, commensurate with the brazenness of the offender.
Isn’t it always so much fun to get new spanking toys in the mail? Lisa writes:
I have to tell you about my husband’s new toys. Yes my package arrived and oh yes it was worth every penny. Just to refresh your memory I purchased a leather strap, a rubber strap, a leather paddle and a cane.
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it was late but I wanted to be spanked by at least one of the new toys. I wanted to know how they feel and what fun would possibly happen. I asked him if he would paddle me tonight and he says sure choose one. That was no fair, I could not chose I wanted all three of them right now.
Yup, fun!
This just in: a photo from from Red Ass Teens, this one featuring a dark-skinned beauty being punished on the reformatory warden’s desk:
We get letters, just like David Letterman, oh indeedy we do. Every now and then, I like to share with you an especially nifty bit of fanmail. This latest is from KittySlave, who writes:
I want you to know I’ve been coming to your website for a couple of years now. When I was in my late teens, I started trying to understand the weird cravings I had. I tried talking about it with a couple of my friends, and most of them just warned me of the wackos online. I ignored them, and started doing my own research. I found some sites, but they scared me. I started to wonder if all BDSMers were fullbore “blood must be showing” kind of people. I knew I couldn’t do that.
Then, somehow, I happened across your website. Now, up until this point, I hadn’t liked pictures; I loved stories, but no pictures. All the pictures I’d seen had been too hardcore. (Behinds beaten until they’re nearly black, etc.) I started checking out your site, and not only were you not like that, but you even made my desires look normal. That was a big shock to me.
I started coming back to keep up with your adventures with Bethie. She was also a surprise to me. I’m mischievous by nature, and all the online Doms I’d met had informed that mischief would be harshly punished. I couldn’t fathom why all mischief would be bad. Certainly if you go and pull a prank or whatnot, it could be bad. But all mischief? Then I started reading about Bethie; she definitely has her moments, and that was a relief to me.
A little over 2 years ago, I met my Master. He loves mischevious slaves. And even the pranks, he merely sees as a challenge, and not necessarily a reason for punishment. As the last two years have gone by, we’ve tried experimenting around with new things. One month ago, I introduced him to your website. Inspired, he’s had me start going through your archives for new ideas. Thanks to you we discovered figging (in fact there’s a piece of fresh ginger root in the fridge with my name on it…owie!), and spankmercials. He’s very fond of that! He was also delighted by your idea for what to do with Trivial Pursuit, and I’ve been required to come up with variations for other games as well. I’m still looking through the archives to see what else there is!
I just wanted to thank you for having helped guide my start into this journey. I’m now proud to say I like being spanked. (Well, at least when Master’s not around to hear me say it.) Oh, and thanks for the posting awhile back of ten reasons why marks are good. I’ve always been oddly proud of my marks, and so is Master. He now requires me to tell him if the marks have disappeared so He knows when to add new ones. Can’t have me going too long with no marks, now can He?
No indeed, KittySlave, he can’t! Thanks ever so much for your nice letter.
Bethie left me at a Circuit City on Thursday so she could do some unhurried shopping elsewhere. Turns out the Circuit City had no public restroom, unlike the PetSmart next door. Once in the Pet Smart and essential business completed, I said hello to the parrots and stopped by the horse supplies area to check for interesting new crops. Found one, even; a short number wrapped in a braided synthetic with a narrow-but-very-soft leather slapper loop on the end.
So yesterday I caught her coming out of the shower and gave her a test whacking with the new crop, which seemed to go well. But she weaseled her way out of a more extended test by raising the spectre of a Monday doctor’s appointment at which she doesn’t feel like explaining unusual welts. Fair enough, I’m a patient man, I can wait, I can calculate interest (well, more like vigorish, heh). But I was just reminded of this when I saw the following on the BDSM Technique discussion forum at Bondage.com:
I did forget about an upcoming doctor’s appointment once. For a Pap smear, no less.
Riding crop had left deep purple bruises striped all along the inner part of both thighs.
My doc went through the entire exam without a hitch, and then, rising and removing her gloves, glanced at me, one eyebrow raised, and said “I assume those are recreational? You understand, I do have to ask…”
It’s hard to shock a doctor these days.