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Brat from Pink Bottomed Girls knows the cure for when she gets grouchy:

Pink pulled down my pjs and began to spank me with her hand. I was lectured about how much it bothered her when I was whiny, that I don’t always need to be bratty, that I should tell her what I want, and be clear when I need her attention. Then Pink grabbed the tiny black leather strap. Her hand had stung, but that little black strap is mean and made me wiggle. When I kicked my feet, she smacked the strap down hard onto my calves. Oh that hurt, I was determined not to have her do that again. The little strapping was followed by a volley of quick smacks from the paddle-ball paddle. Pink finished my having me count five hard smacks with the paddle ball paddle. Pink petted my hair and calmed me. She let me off her lap and hugged me tight. I snuggled up against her, and Pink read to me as I fell asleep.

There is no better cure for a grouchy mood than a quick spanking before bed.

Unless it’s a not-so-quick spanking….

Holiday dinners with the folks are especially tough for someone who has to control her sugar intake. Fortunately, a spot of ultra-traditional domestic discipline (mouthsoaping, yet) can help. But, as Mija writes while foaming gently from the mouth:

I just wish love tasted better, I guess.

Awwww….

Update: Part II. Folks, does Mija secretly like the taste of Ivory soap?

This looks a lot like a certain old-fashioned comic book, but somehow I don’t remember Betty ever getting paddled like this:

Fan art is such wonderful stuff sometimes.

See Also:

• Veronica Spanking Betty
• Lois Lane's Robot Spanking

I try not to be too narrowly fetishistic about my spanking, both here on the blog and in real life. Of course there are lots of other places than bottoms where a sternly-applied spanking implement gets a fun reaction, but I like spanking bottoms and (as it happens) Bethie’s a bit more enthusiastic about getting her bottom spanked than she is about having it happen to any other part of her anatomy.

That said, however, there’s something about riding crops and breasts that just cries out for a bit of action. And Bethie likes that, too, although she’s inclined to protest if I let her.

Now for the next ingredient. Most of you know that a spanking on the bottom hurts more when the bottom is wet. So don’t you suppose that this drenched nipple cropping from Water Bondage is really getting the young lady’s attention?

See Also:

• The Cane On Oiled Skin
• The Spanking Diaries of Rosalyn Young

Hey, folks, just a quick reminder: Spanking Blog’s tagline is “Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best.” Please don’t share your tales of childhood spankings in my comments — discussion of spanked children has no place here, and such comments will be deleted.

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!