In the last few weeks I’ve stumbled over a fair number of those real life “spanking” photos that look like they come from somebody’s page about the parties they’ve been too. Here a demonic-looking schoolgirl gets paddled by somebody (is that a guy?) wearing a nun’s habit:
Unfortunately, I failed to keep track of where I found these pictures.
Perhaps because spanking porn and bondage porn aren’t mixed together as much as we might like, you don’t often see this classic and very handy bondage spanking position:
I’d think the gag a bit excessive and theatrical for while the spanking was going on, though; a girl needs to be able to breathe freely when she’s gasping and thinking about crying.
Apparently somewhere out there, there’s a rich flyfisherman (but I repeat myself) who lounges about in his hipwaders of the finest hand-harvested plantation gum rubber, fondling his fishing flies while swatting the real ones with a genuine $60 leather flyswatter from Orvis.
Maybe, but I don’t believe it — any more than I believe any of those expensive bespoke riding crops in those ritzy hunt shops in London ever touch the heaving flanks of a horse. Heaving flanks of a cute kept woman, is more like.
Magdelana from Myths and Metawhores posted a fun story (“Sodomites In Room 101“) about a spanking-and-anal-sex hotel room encounter. She suggests it’s fiction, but she accompanies it with one of the prettiest spanked-bottom pictures I’ve seen in a awhile:
My body reverts to a primal instinct and I struggle but you manhandle me to the chair and we collapse into a prime position. I am sprawled across your thighs, with my arms pinned behind my back.
Spreading your legs slightly, you perfect my position for your own pleasure. I whimper with the realisation that this is the first time you have seen me this exposed. Certainly we’ve exchanged many photographs and in that frozen in time sense you know every aspect of my body but that revelation was free from shame. This is not. Adjusting your hold, you clasp my small wrists in one hand. With the other you begin to strike me.
Hard spanks with no warm up. A fierce, ruthless volley of blows aimed low, striking me in the most sensitive of places. I cry and moan, writhing and twisting in futile attempts to escape. My skin is so hot it burns. Releasing my wrists, you pull me farther onto your knees and my hands fall to the floor to regain my balance. Taking advantage, you cup one cheek with your hand, pull it back and deliver a series of hard strikes to the tender skin around my anus. I howl at the indignity but you continue….
As is usually the case, the free spanking clips from California Star are short and more tantalizing than satisfying. But the girl in this gallery is really cute and is wearing nothing but her socks. And oh, she’s so sorry: