Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

Mistress Matisse reveals an intriguing standard of good behavior when enjoying holiday champagne:

“I was very good this year. I did not forcibly disrobe and spank my attorney….”

One of the bits of clandestine literature that made a strong impression on me in my lustful adolescence was the classic The Way Of A Man With A Maid. Here’s an excerpt from Part II (courtesy of A Taste Of The Birch):

At last I brought the whip down smartly across the top of her hips. It made a soft smacking sound but left no mark, although Marion sucked in her breath and jerked nervously, perhaps more from the torturing suspense than from the stroke itself. ‘That is one!’ I counted aloud.

She bent her head, closed her eyes, while I stared over her shoulder at the mirror, feasting my appetites to the utmost. You can have no idea how really mouthwatering Alice’s sister was, standing there stark naked except for her black stockings and the flouncy rosette garters, her legs slightly spread, her arms drawn up so high that her pectoral muscles were in bold relief, and the uptilting insolent pears of her breasts surged out in dazzling elegance as if in a contest of love goddesses!!

I dealt the second cut a little lower down , just over the top of her prominent and firm bottom ovals, and I enjoyed the sight of the lash clinging to those tender hemispheres and the tip flicking round towards the area of her tender groin. Marion gasped a little more loudly this time, nervously tried to shift from foot to foot, and dragged on her wrists. From the way her sides were trembling, for I could see her ribcage plainly outlined against the taut olive skin, I knew that she must be fatigued from the long duration of her atonement. As this would increase the overall stress on her nerves and psyche to bring me the most voluptuous gratification I hardened my heart and directed the third cut about an inch below the place where the second had landed.

Her hips gave an involuntary swerve to this side and that, her head tilted back a little and her eyes opened wide. Intently following her reflection, I perceived that her eyes were full of tears and that her nostrils were beginning to dilate rapidly….

Here’s a vintage spanking photo from one of those 1970s spanking magazines; doesn’t she look sore?

From Usenet.