Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

In case you missed it, on Wednesday I contributed a “Spanking Blog Roundup” to Fleshbot, in the spirit of their regular Sex Blog Roundup feature. Eight of my favorite spanking blog posts from the last couple of weeks, assembled with links and descriptive snippets. It was fun to put together (though a lot of work) and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Update: Fleshbot long ago deleted that page, so I’m republishing the Spanking Blog Roundup in this space.

Sex Blog Roundup
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A Slightly Mexican Christmas
“‘Here in this garage is my one and only seasonal decoration,’ my lover explained. ‘My decoration of choice happens to represent a great Mexican tradition. You, my dear, are now a Christmas piñata.’ … He picked up a wooden rod and began to strike my very accessible posterior.”
(My Bottom Smarts)

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A Christmas Past
“It was the afternoon of Christmas eve, 2003…. I watched for Robert’s car to pull up so I could meet him at the door…. I stood there to greet him wearing a red velvet demi-bra, matching bikini panties and big reindeer antlers with little blinking lights, offering him a red ribbon tied crop and furry Santa hat. ‘Merry Christmas, Santa!’ I cooed….”
(Annie’s Blog)

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Stress Relief
“When I finished reading, I looked over at my brat, and declared, ‘We need a spanking.’ ‘We?’ she asked. ‘Yes… we *BOTH* need a spanking tonight. Do you want to go first, or second?’ Brat raised her eyebrow; it is a rare, rare occasion that I actually ask for a spanking. ‘You’ll go first,’ she decided. I rose from the couch, and she commanded, ‘Go get the hairbrush.’ I put on a pout that was not all play at her suddenly very serious tone.”
(Pink Bottomed Girls)

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Last Weekend
“The birch laced across the lowest part of my bottom and stung me with what felt like a thousand white hot thorns. Fred gave me no time to accommodate the sensation. Instead he did exactly what my pent up desire wanted him to, and that was set about scalding me properly. The licks weren’t especially hard, but with a birch all that’s needed is a little swing and some wrist action, and the flexibility and mass of the twigs can pack a very serious sensory burn.”
(A Creative Spanked Wife)

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Never Underestimate An Oversized Hairbrush
“He made me wait. For several long minutes, I waited…bent over the chair, listening to the combined hum of his computer and the air conditioner. I shifted from foot to foot, stared at the pink waffle weave of the chair seat and clenched and unclenched my grip on the arms of the chair…. He pressed the cane against both cheeks and held it there, causing me to gasp slightly and close my eyes. I felt my body begin to relax, as my muscles responded in its frighteningly predictable pavlovian way. I stood perfectly still and waited….”
(Spanko Girl)

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Cheaters Never Prosper
“‘You will lean over the desk. I will spank you firmly with the paddle until I feel like your bottom is warm enough. Then you will pull down your pants, and get a thorough spanking over your underpants, with the ruler. Then, just to make sure you’re never going to allow this to happen again, you will get an even more thorough spanking with a strap, on your bare bottom. Do you understand?’”
(Breathing In)

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A Bride’s Lesson Learned
“The buttons began to open, one by one, and Arrianna became aware of Derek’s warm breath on the nape of her neck. When he reached the closures between her shoulder blades she began to experience a rush of desire. Quickly, she tried to check the wanton thoughts forming in her imagination. Too late, she saw herself, nearly nude bent over Derek’s strong thighs. She could feel the cool air on her warm skin. She wondered how his hand would feel as he struck her naked…suddenly she came back to her senses. Her husband intended to spank her!”
(Giardino del Piacere)

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Screw Calgon!
“I am sitting here writing this on a still somewhat red and most definately sore bottom. Last check in the mirror, there is even some bruising starting to come up. Lovely, positively lovely. I’m the most relaxed I’ve felt in weeks. I suppose I should back up a bit, eh? Last night I met with that charming man I mentioned in an earlier post…. I went over to his house with the express purpose of being thoroughly spanked.”
(A Darker Shade Of Me)

Here from Claire is an amazingly poetic account of a birching. Gentlemen, get out your pocket knives and get cutting!

Ever curious for new sensation, I wondered if these twigs were pliant enough this late in the year to do a proper job. I needn’t have worried how to broach the subject with A., as I saw him eyeing the branches, then me, with a raised eyebrow, and realized we were already on the same page.

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Two days later I was to feel the kiss of the birch for the first time. He had me lie over pillows on the bed, naked from the waist, naturally. Having no previous knowledge, I was unprepared for the paradox of sensory stimulation that followed. Birch rods (as I was to learn) are traditionally light and ineffective over clothing, unlike the cane, but their bite derives from repeated strokes over a large surface, which gradually aggravate already sensitive, scratched skin. (Though depending on the weight and length and type of wood, they are not always so light!) The heat—and pain—are at once superficial and cumulative, tantalizing, creeping up on you, just as the shrub creeps over and clings to the surface of the trellis. Thence the slowly-building, erotic effect. And the surprisingly deep, long-lasting burn.

The tangled birch is 18 canes in one, the unkempt half-sister of the Victorian carpet-beater. It is a sensual broom that sweeps lovingly over tender flesh with the claws of a kitten. If heavy enough, it delivers a thud that licks at the cheek of desire, exciting a hunger for more and harder, as the rattan cane never can, because that will sear in an instant. It is seduction in all its complexity: pleasure verging on pain, sweetness mingling with bitter after-taste, dulcamara.

See Also:

• And After The Birching...
• Pretty Girls And The Birch
• Sweet Ass, Birched In Public
• Why Nina Likes the Birch
• A Medieval Public Birching

OK, so I’ve used some odd implements in my time, and some heavy ones, too. But a cast iron frying pan? Now, that’s heavy!

Picture found here.

According to this account in the New Yorker, C.S. Lewis (author of the Narnia books among many other accomplishments) had a spanking interest; supposedly in letters to a friend, he “named the women he’d like to spank, and for a time signed his private letters ‘Philomastix’— ‘whip-lover.'”

Of course, in mainstream media like the New Yorker, this made him “a warped, morbid, stammering sexual pervert.” Wow, feel the hate?

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.