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I like the way this spanking begins:

He takes his belt – the stiffer, black one, and flicks it at me. The tip goes wild and I yelp angrily as it wraps itself all the way around my leg and snaps my upper inner thigh. My hand clasps the area, covering the angry red welt blossoming on my milky white skin.

My eyes flash; I rear back. I insist that he cannot do it again.

Moments later I am up against the back of the couch, olive green cushions resting against that same welt on my thigh. I am leaning forward, arms folded on the shelf a bit behind the couch. My chin rests lightly on the cup formed by my folded hands. He’s holding his light brown Italian leather belt.

It always entertains me when strident protestations morph swiftly into the functional equivalent of “More! Harder!”

It’s not hard to find spanking photos showing some pretty young thing clutching her bottom. But there’s something about Elizabeth Simpson’s body language in this caning vidcap that convinces me she’s clutching in earnest:

Here’s a report from Library Girl about a dinner party she attended where many of the guests were “the usual suspects” from the famous Shadow Lane spanking parties. It certainly sounds like a good time was had by all:

After her hairbrushing, and Dolores’ caning, and my pink panty picture, TG dragged Chelsea and Erica in for their pictures. “For the site!” she said. “You have to!”

They were both great models. They are both amazingly slim and athletic looking. Erica put her hands on the bed and bent over. Matt used the thick strap, all the while TG is saying “She needs more color…” I took several pictures, and eventually TG was satisfied with the color content of Erica’s bottom.

I’ve looked at a lot of spanking pictures over the years, but I confess I don’t quite understand this one. I’ve seen girls doing a lot of things while getting spanked, but is this cute “schoolgirl” actually chewing her nails?

If she’s that bored, perhaps he needs to spank a little harder….

If you’ve ever been conflicted about being a brat, you’re not alone. Spankable writes:

Being a brat is fun; you can speak your mind; you can be cheeky; you can play pranks and joke around, and yet you’ll always know pretty much exactly where the line is and whether or not it’s a good idea to dip a toe over it, or slide your whole foot across, or occasionally, just occasionally, run as far and as fast as you can until it’s far, far behind you. You get to act out and have fun and, y’know, being a brat, you’ll probably enjoy the come-uppance as well (at least to a certain extent)!

Buuuut… a large part of my brain’s objecting. About half, actually. Shouting things like “you’re a grown-up! Act like one!” And I can act like one, when I need to. Just, at other times, I prefer letting my hair down (even if I have just had it cut). I mean, today I made cake and towards the end there were ridiculous amounts of icing sugar being used, and my hands were stuck right in it. Do you know how tempting it was to leave hand prints on my beloved? And then I decided I didn’t want a spanking today, so I didn’t :)

I recognize this vintage spanking photograph as being by Uwe Scheid, whose erotic photos were collected in a Taschen art book a few years back. It’s remarkable for its age, in that it’s got a dynamic (and welts!) that go a long way towards countering that “salon studio” look shared by so much early photography:

From vintage.

Patty’s sense of timing is way better than her sense of self-preservation:

Sunday after supper we played with spanking. I accosted him in the den right after he finished the Quicken chore. What an idiot I am! Who in her right mind would hand a man who has just spent an hour balancing an un-balanceable budget a paddle and offer up her bare ass? Me that’s who. Ok so, maybe I’m not in my right mind.

It could have been worse, I suppose. She could have gone in there after he finished doing his taxes!