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Woah, long time no update. No worries, what happened was, I got a touch of a winter bug and “cured” it by installing Civilization IV. No spanking updates for you, but I can assure you that the mighty Roman galleon fleet pillaged many Spanish fishing boats!
Here’s a fun vintage birthday spanking — doesn’t she smile pretty?
This blog entry is interesting because it features Girl On Lust wondering whether good sound spankings would keep her grumpiness and petulance in line:
I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a man who would spank me when I’m being un-necessarily grumpy or petulant.
On the one hand, sometimes I get really stuck on a mood- even though I know it’s irrational or silly to feel that way, I just can’t get out of it, and I think the strong hand of a firm Master would certainly shake me out of that- being bent over his knee (interestingly I’ve never had a proper over the knee spanking) his hand shoving my shorts and panties down roughly, stroking over my skin, sliding between my cheeks to toy with my ass, teasing my pussy lightly before bringing his hand down hard on me. Perhaps I’d be so petulant that I wouldn’t want him to tease me- he’d just have to go straight to spanking me, reddening my ass until I cried and begged for him to stop.
On the other hand, I’ve never been really easy to shake from a mood. While that particular method has never really been tried, usually if people try and fail I get irritated with them, and frustrated with myself- it wouldn’t be good if my Master tried to spank me and it didn’t work. But I suppose that’s why he’s the Master and I’m the slave- because he does what he wants anyway, it’s not really spanking for my benefit.
If he wanted to spank me for being petulant, I wouldn’t have a choice. So it might work.
What do you think?
What do I think? I think the answer is almost certainly yes, if she can form the question.
But then, I would say that.
Whether or not such a spanking would cure the petulance of the moment, there’s also the matter of recidivism to consider. In my time I’ve shared living spaces with more than one sometimes-petulant woman. The ones I didn’t spank were petulant a lot; at one point you could have convinced me that grumpy petulance was a standard mode of female existence. The one I do spank for petulance is petulant only rarely, and she generally stops immediately when I ask “why are you being so fractious today?” (Which, of course, is code for “Were you hoping for a spanking just now?”)
Here’s a picture of Johanna getting her bottom very well thrashed with a cane:
She’s sure feeling it!
I just spent a long morning housecleaning at Spank Directory, which is a primitive spanking linklist I (sometimes) maintain. I was stunned at how many respectable-seeming webmasters had quietly dropped my reciprocal links, but on the other hand, it gave me the freedom to winnow out some sites I never liked anyway.
Although the directory is nothing special, it does get more than a thousand hits a day, so if you’ve got a little spanking-themed website or blog, it’s probably worth your time to get listed. Just follow the instructions at Spank Directory, and then please be patient; all links are added manually and sometimes it takes me a few weeks (or months, sigh) to get around to doing updates.
Monmouth from Rentboy Diaries describes how he made a lady come while spanking her with a plastic flyswatter:
The strokes came widely spaced in an unhurried rhythm. Mia was getting into this, squirming around under the stinging slaps of the plastic fly swatter. After a little while I couldn’t resist sliding my hand in between her thighs from behind, burying my fingers in between the dark hairs of her pussy.
Her buttocks were red, pink, very warm.
I didn’t even need to touch her to know that she was dripping. She had such a strong scent that normally I could tell by just standing next to her fully clothed whether she was getting turned on or not. It was no use going out dancing with her – we always ended up leaving early because I couldn’t resist the smell of her sex that led me by the nose every time straight to her bed (and sometimes other places on the way there).
My fingers slid easily in between the lips of her pussy. Twisting around slowly, trying to avoid her usually very sensitive clit, suddenly she pushed back against my hand, grinding herself on my fingers – and came with a loud prolonged “aaaaahhhhhh!” that would have been unmistakable to anyone passing by the door of her flat.
Smiling to myself, I remember thinking “hey, this totally works!” as her wiggling slowly subsided.
Which, of course, it totally does.
There’s just a bit of power exchange (and no spanking, despite considerable potential for earning one) in this post that’s an early favorite for funniest blog post title of 2006: “The Night Of The Buckwheat Hulls In The Fur“.
In which Magdala learns the hard way not to question the spanking count:
Since Masters are never wrong and Master is the one who counted….according to his calculations and the number of swats I received….I think I am 87 years old. Fortunately, I look young for my age.
At one point I (quite foolishly) took it upon myself to point out that he had just given me 15 swats that he had already given me and counted. So he took them back. The exact same way he applied them. One after another, only I think the take back spanking was harder than the initial spanking.
And thus was all made right with the world.