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Usually when you see a fully clothed spanking picture (especially where the model is wearing blue jeans) it looks completely posed and faked. The first photo below could fall in that category, but the second (showing her facial reaction) adds a certain authenticity:
Pictures are Real Spankings pictures from the Real Spankings Pass family of spanking sites, as seen in this gallery on Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.
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Spanking contest? You mean, where sweet young lovelies compete to see who can take the most swats without breaking position, with an extra fifty for the loser?
Whoops, sorry, wrong fantasy.
No, the real story here is that Bethie is giving away free spanking stuff over at the Spanking Den spanking discussion forum:
The mini boat paddles are curiously effective and pleasing to the hand, and the Corner-Time Moose timer is cute. (Or so I am reliably informed by a person who has the cute-detecting chromosome — the same person, I must warn you, who takes umbrage when I suggest that she’s cute while she’s rubbing her cane welts.)
Contest rules are here — all you have to do to qualify for the winning drawings is submit an original spanking limerick or nanofic. (You will need to sign up at Spanking Den in order to post your contest entry, but it’s easy, free, and fast.)
So the Pink Bottomed Girls were playing with Mr. Danger when he suddenly morphed into the European Languages professor from Hell:
I felt someone lift up my naughty little skirt, and smooth it out careful along my back. My white cotton panties were adjusted and I was ready for a hard spanking.
That’s when I hear a voice speak sternly to me… but not in English! Monsieur Danger began to scold me in French. I knew that bathbrush was in his hand and I had no idea what he was saying. I was terrified, half sobbing and half full of nervous laughter. He smacked that evil brush down hard onto my bottom.
“Combien?”
Oh God, I haven’t spoken any French since high school… eek! I tried meekly to say “one.”
“Non!” SMACK!!! “Un” Oui, Un, Un!
“Après un est deux.” SMACK!!! “Combien?” Deux, I cried!! “Et après deux est trois.” SMACK!!! “Combein?” Trois!!!! Owwww! We continued this way with the bathbrush until we had reached “dix.” Then my French Professor rubbed my back, “bonne fille.”
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Then I was bent back over the table and grasped my pillow while he picked up the deluxe cane from Adam and Gillian’s. I held my breath awaiting the first of its awful strokes.
That is when I met Herr Danger. I took one year of German in college and I wish I had paid better attention. I had no idea what he was saying, but after each stroke it seemed like he was asking if he could continue and I just cried “Ja.”
We don’t cover much male-submissive spanking on Spanking Blog, for no good reason other than that it doesn’t much float my boat. But this birthday spanking from Red Sneaker Diaries was just too good to ignore:
I’m not sure what it was in the air that night – what exactly had gotten into me – but I knew it was going to happen. He’d let me know he’d be receptive to it in his own little ways, smacking my ass playfully and giggling as he turned around and bent over for a reciprocal smack. He never said he wanted it; in fact, he said he didn’t think he did. But I know the Kid well enough to read between those lines.
In the bedroom, I told him to get naked and lie down on the bed. He laughed, pushed me against a wall and kissed me hard. He tried to look commanding as he told me he didn’t think this would work, that he didn’t think he could bottom to me, that he knew he couldn’t take orders from me. It was hard – I almost melted under his gaze, almost let myself succumb to my urges to be controlled. But I stayed firm, I leveled my gaze at him and I spoke in a calm, quiet voice.
Get naked and on the bed, I’m going to spank you.
Thanks, Red!
Oh, the indignities of being a (cute) spanking porn model. First, you get spanked in odd-but-photogenic places like a fancy tiled bathtub:
Then, despite having put your hands back there at every opportunity, it hurts so much you just have to feel around to make sure your butt is still attached:
And finally, adding insult to injury, you get forced to clean the bathtub! Oh, the humanity:
It’s all in a day’s work when you’re a Spanked Cutie. (Found on this gallery at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.)
Here’s a quaint little spanking story (really, more of a spanking anecdote) from the archives of The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender and Reproduction. It’s from a 1936 booklet called “Spanking Stories” by one “Lucy Striker”:
Timid Helen
I am a girl eighteen and have been working at house work on a farm for two years. My parents are dead and I am trying to save enough money to go to buseness college in the city.
One day I dropped a tray of dishes on the floor. The boss asked me to come outside he said he wanted to speak to me.
He took me out to the barn where he said we could have privacy. He sat down on a box, pulled out a strap, and before I knew it he had me across his knee, pulled up my apron, shoved down my panties and proceeded to spank me with the strap on my bare bottom. I kicked and yelled but he held me fast. That was not the first bunch of dishes I had broken nor was that the last spanking I’ve received. I kick and squeal but he never stops till I’m crying like a baby.
I know he has not right, not even that of a guardian, but I am too timid to say anything. So I guess I’ll have to grin and bare it till I get enough money to go to the city.
Helen.
You know a spanking post is going to be worth your time when it starts:
After hearing rumours that IKEA was a great place to look for fun and naughty toys, it took only a moments urging before my honey and I headed out to the enormous yellow and blue box in search of fun.
This is also promising:
Shortly after we arrived home my honey decided it was time to find out if this little spatula was worth its money. He roughly pushed my over the back of our black leather couch, pulled my tight jeans down to my knees, tied my arms behind my back and lightly tapped my backside with his hand.
It gets better from there — complete with photograph! Thanks to My Not-So-Secret Self for the, er, blow-by-blow.