Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

See Also:

• Bastinado In The Barn
• Saturday Morning Bastinado
• A Touch Of Bastinado

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.

Of course all spanked “schoolgirls” in porn must be fully adult women, no matter how many bobby sox and pony tails they display. And that’s just as it should be — we wouldn’t have it any other way. But sometimes putting a schoolgirl outfit on an adult woman crosses the line from fun fantasy to just plain funny. Take this gallery, for instance. Lots of text about young ladies and headmasters and pointless knicker regulations, plus this curvacious young beauty pulling down her panties:

Does she get spanked? Of course!

But then she turns around to show us her pretty pout. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’m sure it’s her pout the photographer wanted to highlight.

Uh, hello….

She’s cute and all (I suppose I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers) but after being in the same grade (same form?) for six or seven years, you’d think the headmaster would pass her on out into adult society, so she could get on with enjoying her vast, er, tracts of land. Unless he’s just having too much fun with all the caning?

Here’s another classic vintage spanking photograph from Usenet:

Is that a paddleball paddle, do you think?

Sarah had a happy birthday:

Well, kids, I had an AWESOME birthday! At exactly the stroke of midnight, three girls started singing happy birthday to me in my dorm. Embarassed, I started to crawl under one of the suite chairs, unknowingly leaving my derrier vulnerable to spanking. I took a couple and then went shrieking into the other side of the suite where the girls wrestled me into taking the rest of my twenty-two spankings. We then ate caramel apples, which resulted in caramel all over the place, including my shirt, my face, and Jessi’s hair.