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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 cane

Take 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.

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This blog entry from Journey To The Darkside made me smile. It starts with this picture:

And continues:

My shyanne’s birthday is coming up Friday. I told her to hold this paddle next to her sweet behind. She asked why, but I didn’t answer.

She asked why? Girls are so funny sometimes.

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.

See Also:

• The Jeans Couldn't Take It
• Caned Over Blue Jeans
• Jessica In Tears
• Spanked In Blue Jeans
• Spank This!

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.”

…

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!