Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Although I know a lot of folks have to get their spankings one place and their sex another, for various reasons, it’s always seemed an unnatural division to me. I know some folks are adamant that spanking isn’t about sex, for them; but it always has been for me. Here’s an account in harmony with my approach, from a new male-dominant spanking blog called A Spanker’s View:

Pretty soon, she was wiggling around, trying to cover her butt, although she was not trying to get away. At one point I had both of her wrists in my hand while the other was spanking. But, I wasn’t punishing. So it was not to far in when her bottom started getting rubbed too. Between swats, I’d rub her cheeks for her until she was cooing, and getting breathless. And I started to rub her through the crotch of her panties (which for some reason were soaked).

Finally, I asked her if I could remove her panties to finish her spanking. I don’t think she even knew she had said yes. But she raised her hips as I lowered her panties, the crotch sticking to her at first, but finally, her bottom was bare. She was not naked, but I’ve always liked a woman partially dressed during a spanking.

This time, when I spanked, my finger entered Jen between swats. By the time we were done with her spanking, Jen had cum and was spent, and I was a very happy, albeit hard, boy. Jen was happy to help me deal with that, lying on her back and letting me impale her to my heart’s content (well, maybe not my heart, but some organ).

Sounds like one of those moments ideal for a bondage blowjob (where the bondage is purely gratuitous and for aesthetic enjoyment only).

A Taste Of The Birch has quoted in full several letters published recently in Britain’s Daily Telegraph, from British women recounting canings they received during military training. Thus:

Errant Wrens

If Douglas Dickins (letter, January 22) is interested, I attended a Wrens’ Naval Cadets training school in London, in the early 1950s. We were subjected to similar discipline, which did sometimes include being caned on the behind, though it wasn’t bare but over our knickers. I don’t think it did me any harm, but I don’t think it did me any good either. What I do know is, bullying still went on, but we did tend to show more respect to authority and we were certainly not as rude as our modern-day counterparts, male and female.

(Mrs) Gwen Lawes, Cobham, Kent

And:

Bare bottom caning

Your correspondent who as a Wren was caned over her knickers had it easy
(Letters, January 29). In the 1940s, it was a daily routine for cadets at
the Royal Naval School in Portsmouth to be beaten on their bare buttocks.

Once, for carelessly discharging a clip of live ammunition, the commanding
officer gave me 30 of the very best and I could not sit down for five days.

Mavis Parker, Quorn, Leicestershire

For a negligent discharge on that scale, I must say 30 strokes actually sounds pretty lenient to me.

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.

From this shoot at Whipped Ass.

More comic book fun, starring Lois Lane, who seems awful cheerful about the pain in her nether regions:

Just exactly what did the robot do to her? Sexoteric speculates that she got some robot anal sex, but I think we know better.

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.

Here’s a comic book spanking administered (along with a good dose of lecture) by the 1930s comic book character The Phantom:

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