Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

The last time I posted spanking pictures from VIP Spanking Pass, the topic was spankee tears. Well, as any man can tell you, when comes to a woman’s tears, they come in flavors and varieties. And one variety is very distinct: the “look at me, I want your attention and sympathy and cuddling” type of tears.

Spanko girls do this with more than tears. For some of them, the whole purpose of the spanking is to give them an iron-clad excuse to be dramatic, over-act, and get lots of positive attention afterwards. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that, unless you’re one of those overserious-dom types who puts on the black leather outfit so he doesn’t ever have to express another warm human emotion again. But I digress.) Anyway, today’s free sample gallery from VIP Spanking Pass features the most spectacular example of the attention-seeking spankee I’ve seen in quite awhile. Luckily, she’s also very cute and bends well over a couch:

Note the way she starts yelling before her pants have even started to come down:

And now the tears, blended nicely with the artful sideways “are you feeling any sympathy yet?” glance of assessment:

And finally, my favorite after-the-spanking pose. Her head’s buried in the corner of the couch in a planned sulk, but her well-spanked bottom is positively thrust toward the viewer , inviting a little physical sympathy:

This little minx knows exactly what she wants, and how to get it, too.

Not, I say again, that there’s anything wrong with that.

Found over at A Taste Of The Birch, this excerpt from a spanking novel called Two Flappers In Paris. Nice use of the old “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit!” line:

As soon as we had entered the whipping room, the Madame left us to the tender care of Rose, who alone had accompanied us. My little friend invited us to be seated and then said ‘I must tell you, young ladies and monsieur, that it is a condition of the house that no visitor may enter the whipping room without receiving a whipping. It is a tribute which must be paid. Now with which of you shall I begin?’

Evelyn and Nora, crimson with embarrassment, declared that they would be much too ashamed to be whipped in front of a man.

At this Rose laughed heartily.

‘Really?’ said she ‘Perhaps you are afraid that Uncle Jack would be shocked at the sight of your charms! If that is so, you may banish all fear. Monsieur is no novice, I assure you! He has seen many a whipped bottom. And I don’t mind admitting that he has seen mine dancing under the rod not so very long ago!’

‘But’ cried Evelyn ‘it must hurt terribly!’ Rose’s laughter increased.

‘Not at all, not at all!’ said she. ‘Please remember that we are here for our pleasure and not for our pain! Don’t be alarmed , young ladies, and make up your minds to go through with it. One thing is certain, and that is you will not leave this room without having had a whipping!

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: