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How about a nice cup of spanking? The following illustration was emailed to me by a reader (thanks, Pete!) who reports that it was found in England in an exhibit about the history of cocoa:
Apparently the Marquis enjoyed a little pick-me-up with his flagellation?
Update: Apparently he did.
Here’s another naked spanking from Sex And Submission:
This one is especially fun because if you watch the whole video shoot, you can hear him telling her (as he spanks her) exactly what he’s going to do to her next — and then you get to watch him do it, too, right down to the blindfolded blowjob, the flogging, and the vigorous anal sex.
Have you ever been spanked with a common household vegetable?
Extremely refreshing observation from Jake Bullet:
“I think its official. I am a dirty pervert. Oh well, I kind of like it. Moving along.”
Maybe it’s just because I read so many blogs where folks are exploring their own sexual thinking, but after awhile I grow weary (and, sadly, impatient) with the endless self-analysis, guilt, and fear that so many kinky people are dealing with. I suspect every kinky person goes through this at some point, but the idea is to work through it, become comfortable with who you are, and start having fun. Unfortunately, some people just get stuck there, and don’t seem to be able to give themselves permission to be happy kinksters.
Moving along….
This studious-looking girl is trying very hard to look mean:
And here’s “proof” that she really is mean:
It’s enough to make me want to get an adjunct professorship at this university!
Needs must when the Devil drives. And so, in a small-business family, why not play at the shop when the house is full of family? Of course, if you don’t throw the damned customers (as my mother used to refer to them) out at closing time, the man with the cane may get both impatient and creative:
I don’t think I will ever get used to being naked in my store. It certainly isn’t the first time we’ve played here but it’s no easier now than it was the first time. I know it’s secure but it feels entirely inappropriately public. Add wrist and ankle cuffs and being tied face-down and spread-eagle on the workshop table (where beautiful, innocent children enjoy birthday parties – total crawlies and creepies to think about that) and it’s downright unnerving. There was only one thing that could make it more uncomfortable – yup, here comes Robert with a fat ginger root plug that he promptly poked into my well-exposed rosebud.
Deciding my position wasn’t entirely to his liking, he snatched a cushion off of one of the wicker chairs in my showroom, folded it in half and slid it under my hips. I was starting to squirm from the figging about then, as much as I could squirm being stretched pretty tight at that point. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
He started with our two favorite floggers, the thuddy one and the whippy one. Being ambidextrously gifted with his floggers I was treated from “oomph” to “eek”, covering my back, ass and thighs. He got a few good shots in with the tips of both to my very sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips – quite pleasant with the thuddy flogger, “oh shit!” with the whippy one. Soon into his flogging, the ginger root was sizzling and intensely distracting, demanding that I move and keep moving when I couldn’t move at all. That made me want more and more of the stinging whippy flogger, the ordinarily yummy thuddy one just becoming irritating and frustrating. It was like, take this thing outa my ass or WHIP ME NOW! HARD!
Here’s some acute “laying on of the paddle” in the Girls Boarding School dormitory:
Gosh, do you suppose she’s feeling that?
She’s got an awfully red bottom by the time her spanking is done.
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