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What I like about this story is how Haron describes getting deeper and deeper into trouble, while still maintaining her air of innocence:

So yes, the story goes like this. That morning we had to dash out quite early; we were in a rush. Abel grabbed a freshly delivered bottle of milk outside the front door and handed it to me with a mumble. I took the mumble for the usual order to hurry up, so I plonked the bottle on the kitchen counter, grabbed my keys and followed him outside; we needed to beat the rush hour.

Four hours later we returned home from our errand in a less frantic state. We walked into the kitchen, and Abel beheld the milk bottle on the counter.

“You didn’t put the milk in the fridge,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. (Thinking – so what?)

“You. Didn’t. Put fresh milk in the fridge.”

“Oh, yeah. Oops,” I said, realising my mistake. And then I added: “Oh well.” It was my day of speaking in simple sentences.

“Bad girl,” said Abel. It must have been his day of speaking in simple sentences, too.

I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him.

“I’ll spank you for this,” he said.

“No, you won’t,” I said. “We were in a hurry; I didn’t have time to do it. You told me to hurry up.”

“Watch your tone, young lady. I told you to put the milk in the fridge.”

A strange sort of resistance bubbled inside me. No, you didn’t tell me to do it, I wanted to say, you said “mumble-mumble”, and you were facing away from me, and we were rushing to leave the house.

But I was watching my tone, so instead of saying all this, I frowned and threw a balled-up parking sticker at him, and stomped my foot for emphasis. It felt really, really good, especially when I saw the “wooo boy” expression on his face.

“You,” he said.

“What?” I couldn’t help grinning.

“Are in so much trouble!”

Your additional reward for reading the whole thing will be an extremely dramatic account of a four-paddle-stroke bare-bottom spanking.

I’m not a baseball fan, so all I can say about this is that it shows some guy named Millar grabbing and spanking the bottom of some guy named Mirabelli. Enjoy!

There’s no obvious spanking going on in this vintage erotic photo, but why else would she be bent over the grill of that magnificent machine? I can hear it now:

“Wife, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times! It’s not OK to speed through stop signs in the desert. I don’t care if you can see a mile in both directions, you still can’t see the highway patrolman parked behind the bushes. And a man in my position can not afford to be seen to have a reckless wife! Now pull over on that side rode, take off your clothes, and bend over the hood. I’ll be back presently with a switch….”

You’ll surely enjoy this nice switching vignette from Red Sneaker Diaries:

At his direction, I leaned against a log on the upwards slope, my bum cheeks blushing in the hot sun. He stepped over to the nearby path and searched for a moment, selecting a branch and examining it just at the edge of my peripheral vision. He must have been satisfied with what he saw because the next thing I knew he was behind me, grunting as green branch whistled through the air before it sharply sliced against my bottom.

I yelped and jerked, shocked at the severity of the sensation that one little innocent branch was imparting on my tender flesh. Although the branch was as thick as our cane at home, it forked many times over into small and smaller twigs, and each little piece felt like it was scratching me. I complained, only to have additional strokes laid onto my backside.

Just a hot little scene from a hot little scene of DirtyTalkinGirl’s:

With a brazen grin, I spread myself under your hairy bulk and cranked my hips, inviting you to fuck me right then and there, but no, you got up.

Flipped me and hauled me across your lap.

Alarmed, I asked, “What are you—-?” but the first stroke of your hand knocked the breath out of me along with the rest of the question.

“I‘m going to teach you to obey.”

Classic spanking literature (especially the naughty schoolgirl stuff) is full of unruly young ladies getting smacked on their palms or fingers with a tawse or a strap. Apparently, this was in real life a popular punishment with vicious nuns and their ilk, presumably because it hurts like hell while preserving the modesty of the young ladies in question. It’s not much seen in adult spanking play, which is probably a good thing — the hands are far more fragile than the buttocks, full of tiny little fragile bones, nerves, and tendons. It’s riskier play, and thus not for everyone. Photos can be fun, though, especially if you enjoy pained expressions:

From Real Spankings, which is part of the Real Spankings Pass family of spanking sites. More pictures in this gallery from Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.

John from Leather Thorn Paddles (whose quality spanking merchandise is emphatically Spanking Blog approved) wrote in to tell us about his Name That Paddle contest. If you come up with the best name for this prototype addition to his catalog, you can win it!

Hmm, I think I’d call it the “Waffle Iron”.