A Rough Time At The Whipping Post

Although it’s not really my thing, it’s clear from some of my emails that a few of you are interested in harder stuff. Spanking, to some of you, is just the gentle end of your spectrum of painful kink. Some of you like whips, chains, and real pain — whether for the endorphin rush, the excitement of submitting to such severe impositions, or just the sheer visual drama of a girl chained up and writhing under the lash.

If you like that sort of thing (and I confess I don’t mind the eye candy aspect of it, even though it’s quite a bit beyond anywhere Bethie and I have gone; she gets pretty emphatic when I threaten to invest in a nice single-tail) you’ll probably greatly enjoy Pain Gate. This European site traffics in whippings, pretty severe ones, usually involving bondage in gritty industrial settings:

chained to the whipping post

her whipping is about to start

These are pretty mild “getting her ready” shots; if you click through, you can expect to see the whip striking home and leaving eye-opening welts. Please don’t click through if that’s likely to bother or offend you, and please do remember that I won’t allow my comment system to be used as a place to condemn other people’s kinks, even when they exceed yours or offend your sensibilities.

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Spanking And Camping

Bethie and I are going to be taking quite a road trip in August, and it looks like we’ll get a chance to do some camping. (Don’t worry, I’ll still manage to post pretty regularly.) I keep telling her I’m going to tie her to a big birch tree in the deep woods and give her a proper switching. Somehow, I don’t think she believes me. (She really ought to….)

Anyway, I was reminded of my evil schemes by the story “Toasted MarshMallows” posted by Alex B. over on The Spanking Den:

At first, you’re quite helpful in putting up the tent, but you soon become bored and frustrated. “I’m tired of this!” you announce, tossing a tent pole to the ground as you storm off into the woods.

You return from your hike half an hour later to find that I’ve managed to finish erecting the tent on my own. You take in the pleasant aroma of something I’m busy cooking in a pot over the fire.

“Oh. Looks like you’ve got dinner going.”

“Yeah. Beef stew.” I say, turning around with a large, flat wooden spoon in my hand. I wipe the spoon clean with a cloth and start walking in your direction. “But if you want any, I imagine you’ll have to eat it standing up.”

A Spanking Is Coming

I love it when spanking porn producers try to “hint” at the the spanking that’s looming in some unlucky cuteling’s future. The unsubtle forshadowing in this picture from Spanked Cutie made me laugh. As our summer camp girl swigs booze from a hip flask, is that a Prokadima paddle in her hand?

summer camp cutie swilling booze

Of course, it’s over the knee for her:

summer camp cutie gets a spanking

And inevitably, the tears:

summer camp cutie wincing and crying while being spanked

Turning The Tables On His Birthday Spanking

This is about how it would go around here if Bethie tried to give me a birthday spanking, though I’m not sure she’d get ten swats in first. From this post on Provocative Persiflage:

So last night, I ended up giving him approximately 10 swift swats to his ass, and he ended up grabbing me, pulling my left leg over his, and holding my wrist so I couldn’t a) cover my ass or b) finger my pussy. And then he delivered the remainder of his birthday spankings to me!

I love when he keeps me bound to him with just his strength. At first I play at pulling away. Just to see if he is paying attention. He is. As he holds my wrist(s) tighter and kisses me deeply at first, then lightly so that I am stretching up toward him to lick his lips, I begin pulling in earnest at my captor’s hands.

I feel his cock rubbing against my naked belly as he leans in and whispers in his sexy, growly voice that I am a very bad girl as he begins spanking me, never lightly, but light enough to warm my flesh. I am moaning and rubbing against him as his hand moves from my cheek to my pussy, spanking it sharply before going back to my ass. My legs part involuntarily, and I begin to beg for his fingers inside me.

He ignores my pleas and continues to spank me. His cock gets so hard that it feels like steel.

Spanking The Cleaning Lady

The new Sex And Submission site continues to be entertaining. You can predict that a shoot is going to be fun when it starts with a big mean-looking bald dude (Mark Davis) confronting cute young cleaning lady Harmony where she kneels with the pieces of a broken jar in her hands:

maid in trouble caught kneeling over a broken jar

You just know she’s going to pay for it with a spanking. And you’ll not be disappointed:

cleaning lady gets a spanking

And then she pays a bit more for it (while still tied up) in that other coin that’s universally accepted wherever women have accounts to settle with powerful men. You know the currency I mean: blowjobs!

Finding Kinky People

Her advice on finding kinky people may seem obvious on the surface — it could be boiled down to “get your butt out there” — but it’s still important and righteous advice. This bit from the intro to Mistress Matisse’s column this week gives the flavor:

So, you—or, perhaps, you and your partner—have kinky desires but no idea where to go with them. Here’s how to find out where the other kinky folks are.

If I had anything to add to her advice, it would be a caveat that (as she herself acknowledges) her suggestions are limited in utility for more rural kinky persons. The phrase she uses at one point is “if you live in a reasonably urban area” and the key concept there is “reasonable”. I’ll say what she only hinted at: beyond a certain point, it’s simply not reasonable to pursue kinky interactions in too small a town, or in no town at all. You might get lucky (I did, and I’ve offered advice myself on finding kinky love from the middle of nowhere by online means more useful than the traditional personals sites) but a truly reasonable plan is going to require, eventually, moving to where the kinky people are.

I put it fairly mildly in my advice:

If you get him, you or he will almost certainly end up having to move — but that’s the price you pay for enlisting the awesome power of the internet to fix your love life.

Dan Savage’s recent column collecting advice to young gay people put it a bit more bluntly:

If you live in a little town: Get the fuck out. Move to a big city where there’re lots of people who are gay. You’ll have more dating options, and people will treat you with more respect.

It’s good advice for kinky people, too.

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1970s Spanking Magazines

Remember the cheesy spanking magazines from the 1970s? The ones with tons of overacting models and almost no actual spanking? This picture from vintage is a classic example of the genre:

spanking magazine photograph

I think I need one of those big square paddles, though…