Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Like a lot of guys, I tend to think a spanking’s not really a spanking unless it’s delivered properly onto a deliciously bare bottom. Sometimes I’ll give Bethie a few whacks when she’s fully dressed, just to see her jump; but it takes a pretty good implement to get any effect.

That said, there’s a certain appeal to tightly stretched denim. Sure, this girl looks like she’s laughing as that big mean paddle is held a quarter inch from her butt:

But it’s a BIG paddle. She’s not laughing now:

More (including her very sore bottom getting the belt) can be seen in this gallery seen on Spank Slaves; photo credits go to Real Spankings, which is part of the Real Spankings Pass family of sites.

It sounds like Librarygirl has developed something of an eBay problem with recidivism issues. Fortunately, Matt has the lexan cure:

“Oh, you forgot.” He was spanking me with his hand, then stopped. “Maybe you need something to help you remember.”

Crap! The new lexan paddle. That thing is truly evil. Even more vile than the rubber loopy. It stings and burns and the sting increases in direct proportion to how long you use it, but not necessarily how hard. So a “light” paddling turns into intense hell in under a minute. And, unlike the rubber loopy or rubber paddle, the sting doesn’t stop when the spanking does. Oh no – the sting lasts long after the spanking is over…

“I don’t need help… I don’t… I hate this thing… stop!” I was kicking and making quite a fuss.

“Maybe tomorrow night you’ll remember to get to bed on time,” he says, smacking lower so he gets the backs of my thighs.

“I’ll remember, I will…!” Anything – just make it stop!

He did, finally. And it took forever for the sting to go away.

Yet another debt we all owe to the clever folks in General Electric’s Engineering Thermoplastics division.

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:

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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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.”

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?

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

And inevitably, the tears:

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.

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:

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

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!