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What do you buy for the man or woman who has everything? You know it’s crunch time, right? There are only five more shopping days before Christmas; Amazon.com is starting to waffle about before-Christmas delivery; and none of your favorite online fetish toy stores have a prayer of filling your riding crop orders in time. The meatspace stores near you are full of ravening hordes of frenzied shoppers, and the remaining merchandise is starting to look like what’s left of a water buffalo after the pirhanna are done with it. What are you going to do?

Spanking Blog recommends: Buy your love a membership to one of the better spanking porn sites. All it takes is a credit card and two minutes, and you can write the password and userID on a nice hand-made certificate and put it in a stocking. Instant delivery, no hassle, no muss, no fuss. What’s not to like?

Let me be clear: I’ve always considered porn site memberships a distinct luxury. The internet is flooded with free porn, and so for folks on a budget, it’s a fair question to ask why one should pay when one can find plenty of free stuff. The answer boils down to quality and convenience. With a membership, you can get more, bigger, clearer pictures, longer movie clips, and a minimum of searching and hassle. When you think about it, it’s a perfect gift, because it’s firmly (er…) in the category of stuff the recipient will enjoy, but would never buy for themselves.

What’s more, giving the gift of porn makes a strong statement to your mate that you love them, that you feel secure in their affections, and that you want their erotic fancies to be tickled to the fullest. Of course, giving the gift of spanking porn (especially to a spanker) may also be hazardous to the smoothness of your unspoiled derriere. But what’s life without a little delicious risk?

Ah, but there’s still one small problem. Sure, buy them a porn site membership for Christmas. But a membership in which spanking site? Porn is very personal, and if your favorite gift recipient is sheepish about their enjoyment of spanking porn, you might not have a zeroed-in understanding of what sort of stuff they like best.

Fortunately, a trend that swept the mainstream porn world a few years ago is finally catching on in the spanking realm. The biggest producers of highly-respected spanking porn have started offering “Pass” type memberships, where for one rate (usually about twice what subscribing to a single site would cost) you can subscribe to four, five, or even six of their sites at a time. The result is a much wider selection (good when gift giving) for as little as about ten dollars per subscribed site. These “Pass” memberships are a real bargain, and I think they are absolutely perfect for gifts. In my opinion, the best one is:

I hope you find something your sweetie will enjoy for Christmas!

At one point early in my kinky sexual development, I spent a lot of time with non-consensual bondage and spanking fantasies. Light stuff for the most part, nothing too creepy; but the root reason for it was, I didn’t understand that there are women, many women, who enjoy being spanked and tied up. I could understand the attraction of spanking and tying up, but being spanked? Being tied up? What would be in it for her? (Oh, how young and clueless I was. But then, this was before the internet, the carrier and bringer of many important clues.)

This “what’s in it for her?” question crops up on kinky websites all the time, and I remain fascinated by the answers, like this one from Domestic Discipline Diary:

What’s in it for me?

The adrenaline rush that washes over me when he whispers those five little words…..”You’re getting a spanking tonight”.

The feeling of fear, excitement, and anticipation as the hour draws near.

The flood of moisture when he says it’s time.

The coolness of the air when I’m in position with my bottom bared.

The first sweet sting that’s better than all the foreplay in the world.

The fifth burning blow that’s so hard to distinguish between pleasure and pain.

The final agonizing blow that leaves me begging to be filled with his erectness.

The first sweet release when the world disappears, the second sweeter release that connects us making us one.

The contentment of knowing there’s no where else he’d rather be, than correcting, guiding, and satisfying me.

Out of context, this is a delightful piece of brattiness:

I purposely walked past the bed without making it before coming out here. I’m going to sit on my ass and smoke all His fucking dope and be the rottenest, worst little slave girl in the history of slave girls. I am not going to do anything to please Him today.

In context, not quite so delightful, since Pure_Blue was not having the greatest day. Ah, well.

I like the faces in the Cal-Star spanking movies. California Star was always the “porniest” of the American spanking producers, and I think they did it deliberately. Look at the faces in this first picture; is there anybody in this production who isn’t stoned?

We start with a confused face: “Hey? What’s going on back there? And why am I over this pervert’s lap? Just how much pot did I smoke?”

The next stage is slightly-more-alert resignation. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna get spanked. I need the money for weed. It will probably hurt a little, but whatever.”

Then, at last, the true gravity of the situation begins to sink in. “Ow OUCH, dammit, that HURTS! Who said this was the easiest two hundred bucks I’d ever earn? Bastard! I wonder if the photographer has any snacks?”

See Also:

• Spankings For Stoners
• Somebody Wants A Spanking
• Spanking The Bathing Beauties
• Spanked for Smoking

Here’s a stress relief spanking cure told in shorthand, but no less fun to read for all that:

Anyway, I’ve been spiraling for a bit now, and last night was really Nick’s first opportunity to deal with it. He spanked, I moved, my pants came down, he spanked, I moved again, he spanked longer and harder and with dire enough threats for even more that I stayed put. And I cried. I cried and cried for probably half an hour, gasping, wrenching sobs that shook my body and purged absolutely all the bad shit out. Then we made love, and he held me, and my world was right again.

Thank you, sugar.

From AngelBrat.

Although the camera angle is discreet in this picture, it’s much less discreet in the rest of this shoot. Yes folks, it’s that pornographic raris avis, a well-tied model being spanked during sex:

A bondage sex spanking! From Sex And Submission, of course, and no less than we’ve come to expect from them.

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• Innocent White Panties, Hot Bondage Sex
• Sex And Submisssion And Spanking
• Spanking And Sex...In The Same Movie?
• Spanking, Sex, and The Wandering Hand

I’ve been teasing Bethie for some months now by suggesting that we need a small single-tail whip. I’m in no hurry to actually get one — I’m sure to lash myself on the backstroke while learning the thing, and I’m not one of those “test the implements on myself first” boys — but it’s fun to have Bethie trying to distract me from my brainstorm and I really do think she’d learn to like it.

Patty’s latest tale is pretty much how I think it would go. Even though this is long, it’s actually an excerpt from a more detailed account:

We got back to the condo a little after 10AM, and we were both refreshed and feeling frisky.

Fred had a major surprise in store for me, but he waited until my wrists were cuffed and tied to the convenient latticework of the headboard in our room before showing it to me.

He bought a three foot whip!

“Oh Gawd! Honey!”

My whole body cringed with terror and surged with excitement at the same time.

Fred laughed at my horror and then set about to play with my spankee brain. He coiled the sinewy snake like leather toy just a few feet away from my face. I could smell the enticing freshly oiled new leather and appreciate the tight weave of the sturdy yet supple hide. It really was well made nice to look at. He left it there for me to contemplate while he started spanking my pillow perched bare backside with ouchie firm smacks of his hand.

I squirmed and tried to struggle against the warm up. “No way are you going to make me let you use that on me! No way! No way! No way!”

He just chuckled. “You sure about that brat? Who’s the boss of spanking in this house, you or me?”

“ME!”

Of course I was properly corrected for that bold and senseless comment.

…

I fixed on the whip, distracted and progressively aroused enough by the sensuality of the spanking I was getting, and the progressive build up of intensity produced by Fred’s hand, the tawse and then the bath brush that I actually began to question my fear. I did lose interest in the fascinating allure of the terrifying toy briefly when Fred pressed his arm and hand between me and the pillows and used his fingers to take me over the edge while he pummeled my needy bum with the bath brush.

When he stood up and lifted it into his hand, fondling its supple length, sniffing the alluring scent of fresh leather and oil with me my heart raced out of control.

“No honey!” came out of my mouth, and then a silent and desperate, ‘YES PLEASE! Don’t listen to my words!’ almost came out. The whole thing was a muddle rush. I had no idea which was audible and which was not.

“You’re curious though aren’t you brat?” Fred teased. “You want to know don’t you?”

“Nooooooo,” I lied and tried to burry my face in the sheets and blanket.

“Lying is going to get you some serious retribution now …”

“I’m not lying!” I lied. “I’m scared!” I told the truth. But the ‘Please try it on me, I’m desperate to know how it feels!’ never did come out.

“It’s the same weight as the school master strap. Remember how scared you were of it and now you like it?”

‘OK, that’s good. Tell me more, just like that.’ I shook my head no, and ground my face deeper into the sheets.

He whipped the mattress with a solid lash that didn’t just cut the air with a musical whirl, it tore away my façade of resistance.

’Oh FUCK!’ I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes. “Not like that though OK?”

He’d broken me, and we both knew he would do at least one like that, but first he would introduce me to it with as much care as was possible with a toy that has a mind of its own and a mastery curve that takes time and experience.

The first lash was not so bad at all, and neither were the next ten or twenty while Fred played with his aim and got the feel of his new toy. It stung a lot, some licks were harder than others to take, but mainly it was OK. It wrapped though, and a few times my right thigh or hip really took a hard thwap making me yelp and rear up in complaint.

Fred found a rhythm and his aim, and as he did, it began to really hurt. Thankfully his aim got better and the end mainly lashed the pillows. He’d discovered the range that exactly delivers the maximal searing burn of the impact of the last foot or so of leather while the agonizing ripping impact of the wrap around found the pillows. Amazingly, I easily slipped into head space where the rhythm of the searing burn started floating me off the bed.

Fred changed sides so my left cheek and the part of my brain connected to it was allowed to experience the same pain – agony – pleasure transformation that my right cheek had.

I reveled in transition as much as the initiation. It was amazing. Scary, flinchingly worrisome, and then eventually seductive. The cane has its searing deep tissue burning feel, the school master strap has it’s slightly more intense scald, but more superficial explosion of sensation. This whip was both in one. The wrap & tip scald with an intensity almost like, but 1,000 times more ouchie than the strap, while the thicker last foot or so sears and impacts with even more flying weight than the cane. White hot and ice cold is descriptive, but no where close. Mind numbing is tempting as a metaphoric level descriptor, but it’s just so wrong…. There’s nothing numbing about how this thing feels… The most punitively placed whip stroke cuts into you in a thin white hot line, and then a sudden explosive spread of sensation takes over your whole being with much more intensely than the narrow thick strap or the cane are able to illicit, which says a lot, since both are capable of delivering severe, intense and extreme experiences.

Fred placed the last two lashes carefully. Making each full force cuts, one from the right the other from the left, each placed so that the most intense wrap effect landed full on each cheek.

“OH! MY GAWD!”

I’d just had my first whipping with a whip! Some day, I will have to have a real one. Suspended, no pillows, all the wrap and whip….

Hmmm, she doesn’t seem too traumatized by the whole thing. Bethie, you want to help me pick out a whip?