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I can’t resist showing another few pictures from Lupus Spanking, this time showing some classroom discipline. Don’t tell me you’ve never attended a class where you wished this would happen to the worst of the gum-chewing bubbleheads:
Naughty schoolgirls, all in a row. Pop pop pop! Didn’t anybody do the reading today?
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I got a very nice email from Liz (reprinted here by permission) about how she finally got her husband to spank her:
I have been enjoying your website for quite sometime now, and I just had to share my first spanking story with you. I have been spanked before, but just the playful type while being done from behind. I have always really liked it, but been too afraid, embarrassed, whatever to ask for more. I have been married for 5 years now, and my husband and I (even after having two kids) still have a great sex life.
So, I finally worked up the nerve to start dropping hints about getting spanked. One night during a particularly hot and heave night he playfully spanked me as I walked by. I giggled a little and asked him if it was bad that I liked it. He just laughed and didn’t say anything. Then one day when he came home and I didn’t have dinner ready and he had had a very long day, I asked him if I was going to get a spanking for not doing what I was supposed to. He said yes and picked up a spatula that I had just washed and smacked me hard on the ass. It made my whole body tingle, and he could tell.
A few days went by and then last night while we were in bed, he just went for it. We were just getting into the mood, and SMACK. I felt the hot sting of his hand against my bare bottom. I flinched and groaned. He must have liked that reaction, because he flipped me onto my tummy and started spanking one cheek then the other, not very hard at first. Then he got into it. He tied my hands to the head board and spread my legs so he was sitting between them. He kept spanking my cheeks one then the other, some light swats and some that felt like his hand was on fire. Then he smacked my inner thighs, which hurt a lot more than I though it would. I yelped a little. He said, “Just for that you get 5 more. Now be a good girl and don’t yell like that again.” I nodded so he would know that I understood. Then he told me to count them out for him. On the fifth one he smacked my pussy hard.
I was finally getting what I wanted after all this time, and it felt incredible. After my ass was the color of a candy apple, he picked up my hips. Mind you, I was still on my tummy tied to the bed. So, here I am red ass in the air. Then he fucked me like he had never done it before. I think that he liked the spanking as much as I did.
I can’t wait for the kids to go to bed to see what tonight might bring. I did notice a slotted spoon in the bedroom, so I think he may have plans for me later. Thanks for the website, after looking at it a few times a week I realized that I had to figure out a way to get what I wanted. I am so glad I did!
It’s always nice to hear that Spanking Blog has provided someone with a bit of inspiration!
Ladies, do you do the “cartoon-running-around-the-house-to-avoid-capture“?
Bethie does too, but right now we’re in a small apartment, so mostly she has to run in small circles.
Anybody who has spent any time downloading spanking pictures and video clips is familiar with the famous (notorious?) movies produced by Lupus Pictures (formerly Rigid East) in Eastern Europe. These Lupus spanking movies are notable for their severity, often featuring canings that leave numerous and vivid welts. (Anyone remember the amazing stills from “Wild Party”? Ouch!) Unlike most American productions, they often feature “teens” in a family or school discipline setting. Some productions are set in the past with dramatic costuming, and it’s common for the cute young European models to be shown in tears. Rich fantasy material if you like punishment scenarios. A couple of screen shots to give you the flavor:
As far as I know, however, there’s never been any U.S. distribution of these videos and DVDs, and the only internet distribution has been, shall we say, informal (and generally of poor quality). You could order DVDs online, but that’s slow and expensive. Worse yet, kinky adult videos don’t always make it through US customs.
Now, however, I’m delighted to report that Lupus Pictures has made some of its movies available online for immediate download at Lupus Spanking. The website is run by the same folks who do Girls Boarding School, so for the first time, there’s an instant-gratification way to get your hands on high-quality copies of this material. All in all, it’s excellent news for fans of this spanking movie publisher.
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Ruh-Ro, Shaggy! I think somebody’s in trouble!
From Usenet.
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I’ve speculated before about the possibility that a particular genre of short, odd, illiterate, spanking emails is akin to the heavy breathing phone call — an attempt to connect with a human being who will engage in emailed communication that’s of sexual significance to the initiator of the exchange, if perhaps to no one else. Now there’s an additional bit of evidence from Analyze Julie that I’m right. She indulged one of these email writers, and it didn’t take long for him to get to his true agenda:
Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 10:45:13
From: “turin yarrow”
Subject: helpwithdisciplinehi im turin, i manage a library. sometimes i am kinda naughty. do you spank naughty boys?
turin*****
AskImagine wrote:Well, Turin, I’m curious to hear more.
I believe, however, that someone who manages a library should be able to use apostrophes. I spank *smart* naughty boys. Impress me.
And are you local to me? I’m in the Detroit area.
Julie
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Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 13:42:17
From: “turin yarrow”
Subject: Re: helpwithdisciplineHello Julie,
No I am not in the Detroit area, I am in the Oklahoma area. Do you assign email spankings or only spank in person? are you a very strict spanker? I am naughty sometimes with regards to looking too hard at some of my cute librarians bottoms, peeking at their panties, I even mentioned to one girl I thought she should be spanked for not completing a task. What else may I tell you?
Thank you for writing
Turin*****
AskImagine wrote:Hi Turin,
I’m sorry, but no, I don’t do stuff via email. I like engaging with people face to face. Sorry!
Thanks for writing, though.
Julie
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Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 07:45:01
From: “turin yarrow”
Subject: Re: helpwithdisciplineI understand but would you just once tell me how youd spank me for my naughty behaviours?
T
There’s a lot more, but that’s the gist of it. He’s a wanker, and he’s just looking for someone “real” to write his Penthouse Letters for him. And that, I think, explains the extreme sloppiness and brevity of the initial contacts from these folks — they need to cast a lot of bread upon the waters, and they can’t afford to waste much time baking it.
Here’s a very nice figging recipe.
Items you will need:
a naked, willing woman and a bed
a single malt at least twelve years old
a hand of ginger and a paring knife
a riding crop or caneTake the woman to the bed. Make sure you’ve pinched her nipples cherry-red, spanked her thoroughly, and mouthed her clit into the sweetest, hardest little candy-pink erection you’ve ever had the pleasure to suckle. She will be in no mood to protest what you do next.
Tie her wrists together, then to the headboard, and pour yourself a wee dram.
Take the hand of ginger and slice off a plump finger. Pare and shape it carefully before her eyes while you explain where you are going to put it and why. Savour her panting and pleading just as you savour the heat of the whisky on your tongue.
Instruct her to flip over and present herself to you properly. If she hesitates, give her arse a light crack with the crop to show her that you’re in no mood for her nonsense.
Spread her cheeks with your fingers and thumb and press the tip of the ginger finger against her rosebud. If necessary, encourage her to relax with some pussy-rubbing. Don’t be too gentle. Note that even now, her cunt will be temptingly juicy and meaty, but you must restrain yourself for the moment.
When she is groaning, it should be an easy matter to slide the thick moist finger up her behind.
Take a seat and watch the fireworks.
Yes, she will writhe and scream as the peeled ginger stokes a blaze up her arse. If she screams anything but your name, deliver an admonitory tap: she knows better than that. Some women when figged become so animal as to spread their pussies against the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to rub themselves to orgasm, but a warning flick of the crop will put a stop to that foolishness.
She has her instructions. She knows she is not to come until you give permisssion.
Which you will do in good time: when you’ve enjoyed the last drop of that single malt. When she is shuddering and streaming with sweat and begging for you to release her. That’s when you’ll obligingly mount her and bury yourself to the hilt in her. That’s when you’ll let her come, when her muscular cunt clutches and milks you and you surge to your own groaning release deep in the furnace of her flesh.