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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!
Isn’t it fun when spanking is still the new thing? From Sugar Sweets:
Again, I stopped for a moment to wiggle my ass at him, hinting at what I wanted. He licked his middle finger and immediately pressed it against my tight asshole, eager to slip it inside. But I had something different in mind and moved away from his hand. “What would you like me to do?” he whispered as I felt his hard cock lightly kiss the back of my thigh with his pre-cum. I giggled like an embarrassed little schoolgirl. My face still buried in the pillow, I asked him to give me a spanking. I felt like such a naughty girl but my heart raced with excitement, knowing he’d be happy to oblige.
The heat of his flat palm against my backside sent the blood rushing to my pussy. Each slap was louder and harder than the last. I braced myself, making sure I was receiving the full strenth of his hand against my flesh. He started at the roundest part of my cheeks and then his hand gave me a few quick slaps a little further down, almost to my pussy. He knew I liked a gentle smack against my sensitive labia when I was really worked up. I raised my ass even higher.
Did you see this old photograph of the woman getting spanked with an honest-to-goodness oar over at Bondage Blog?
Bethie got a good hard caning today — 21 strong strokes with our basic rattan cane. Earned and deserved, and lots more fun to deliver than they were to receive, I’m sure. She thanked me properly after, too, so it’s been a good day.
Now she’s shifting uneasily from cheek to cheek in her computer chair. She keeps whimpering and I keep chuckling. She wants sympathy and isn’t getting it. Kisses, lotion, rubbing — those she got. But she earned every one of her cane strokes and so her “But it hurts!” just makes me smile.
I believe she’s going to blog about it soon on her blog. But if she doesn’t, you have my encouragement to pester her until she does!