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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”.
Here’s a handy list from My Bottom Smarts of the virtues of spanking marks :
Ten Reasons Why Marks Aren’t So Bad
10. Turn-on for partner
9. Fun topic of conversation
8. Reminder to not misbehave
7. Demonstrates submission
6. Prevents becoming a couch potato
5. Edgy fashion statement
4. Spanking souvenir
3. Moderates subsequent spankings
2. Badge of honor
1. Excellent opportunity to complain
There’s just a lot of grumpy spanking people in these pictures from Lupus Spanking. These two look pretty sour:
And, for more obvious reasons, so does this girl:
Here’s a funny panel from an old Batman comic:
Three cheers for jocular paternalism!
Here’s another threatened bastinado picture; the cute-but-awkward bondage posture invites lots of spankings, but the feet are right there handy too:
From this shoot at Hogtied.
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Fred is, quite simply, an evil genius. It seems Patty was playing with fire (mealworms in the meal, if you can believe anyone could be so bratty) and this was her just reward:
“I’ll be back before noon. While I’m gone you carve yourself a ginger plug, set it in some water and then go lay out every implement we own on the bed. I’ll call you when we’re on the way in and tell you what’s next.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me.”
I looked up into Fred’s eyes and they were twinkling. “You’re the one who wanted to play a game of what’s in the food. How about we follow that up with a game of what’s in the hand?”
“Honey?” I was confused at first.
“You heard me, we’ll play what’s in my hand. You’re going to get a spanking this afternoon Patricia, I’ll give you five solid smacks with every implement in the toy box, you guess which one I use each time. Get it right, you get a kiss, get it wrong and you get a sound punishment with it.” He grinned and laughed at my expression. “Sound like fun brat?”
“No!” I complained. It was an intriguing idea, I had to give him that, but some of our toys are not funny.
“You should have thought of that before you put secret ingredients in my food.”
Genius, I say. Fred gives me the best ideas….
I like hearing this almost-suprised-sounding explanation of how she liked getting paddled:
But he had that paddle in his hand. He told me to hold onto my bed. (It’s a canopy bed, so I could hold onto the upper bar.) I held onto the bar and spread my legs. He hit my ass with the paddle. The first few hits didn’t hurt. I think he was being careful, seeing what it could do and what I could take. I had the blue lights on, but I turned the bedside lamp on, said, “You want to see how red my ass is?” Because, yeah, it started to sting.
I can’t even explain what this was like. I tried to get my mind around it, to understand it, but I’m not sure I can. It hurt. But I endured it, and I liked it, and I wanted to see how much I could take. I held onto the bed, and hung my head, and just felt. It was so intense. I liked it, and I liked that he liked doing it. I didn’t want to cry or to tell him to stop. When he touched my pussy, he said I was so wet he was surprised I wasn’t dripping. If he’d have done it a little longer, I probably would have.
From Kiss N Tell Confessions.