Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Here’s a schoolgirl spanking picture in the best severe tradition of Girls Boarding School:

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I like the evil mind (minds?) behind this plan to eroticize the dreaded dressage whip in swan’s mind:

So there I go, face down over some pillows, with my hand-held electric vibrator in place against my clit and my butt high in the air, while my Master used that whip on my ass. Slowly and lightly at first, while the orgasms built, He whipped me. I knew I would be whipped hard when the waves crashed and it scared me terribly and it added to my excitement. I rode that vibrator and He rode me with that whip. I moaned and groaned and whimpered and then crashed over the edge, screaming my pleasure and my fear and my joy. The whip rose and fell over and over and over again until I collapsed in exhaustion unable to even twitch anymore.

Although spanking isn’t a frequent theme in the classic Japanese shunga erotic art form, this picture comes very close. I think the bound woman is in for it:

From Japanese Bondage Art (where there’s a link to a much larger version of the picture).

I swear, this whole figging business is really catching on! *J* from Unwrapping the Layers is a new convert:

I began to peel and shape the ginger root as he had specified. It really smells wonderful –clean and spicy. Smells are a very powerful memory trigger, and I suspect that the smell of ginger will forever remind me of some truly delicious sexual encounters.

He finished his shower, approved of my work, and told me to get “into position” on the bed.

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I obediently got into position, arching my back to display my ass for him. I felt the coldness of the ginger root plug against my rosebud, and consciously relaxed to allow him to gently push it in.

At first it just felt cold. Soon, however, a new sensation started to build. I’ve heard this sensation described as a burning sensation, or a stinging sensation, but that is not how I experienced it. It didn’t sting at all, but the sensation itself is very hard to describe. Sort of like icy-heat, or the way that you can feel a really strong mint in your sinuses. It’s not painful – just intense. It starts out small, and builds. It continues to build, until it is your entire focus.

Himself was spanking me with the brush again, at this point. And I was whimpering and squirming and moaning and begging him to spank me harder, because the spanking was a distraction from the other intense sensation in my ass.

Then I started begging him to fuck me.

“PleasePleasePleasePlease…Oh, God, Please!”

He demanded that I finger my clit while he fucked me from behind, running his fingernails down my spine, and then digging his fingers into my hips as he gripped me and pounded himself into me.

I came so hard my ears were ringing.

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Much as I enjoy this posed “French Postcard” whipping scene, and as cute as the models may be, the thing I really lust after in this picture is the portable pillory. The fun we could have!

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We’ve already seen Elvis Presley deliver a spanking in this space; but now the tables are turned. Bondage Blog has found an old movie still of Elvis getting a prison whipping:

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OK, gentlemen, Carrielily is here to provide you with instructions on how to use the infamous Cracker Barrel Paddle properly. Complete with info on why you’ll want to do the job right:

A couple of weeks ago after CD paddled me I said something like “I just don’t understand all this fear and respect for the CB tournament paddle, it really doesn’t hurt that much!” And ya know those moments where your your words just hang in the air and you wish you could immediately take them back? Yeah, that was one of those moments.

A big “hmmmm, is that right?” look came onto CD’s face and he said to me, “good to know, I’ve been afraid to really swing this thing so I’ve just been snapping my wrist, now I know I can really put some arm into it.” YIKES! So anyway, now instead of a slight stingyness it really f’ing HURTS!!! I think my new name for it is the GDP!!!! LOL! Anyway, so I got a good paddling probably fifteen or twenty hard swats and a verbal scolding and then he stroked my hair and said “okay, kitten it’s over.”

I thanked him and we went back to the futon and picked right up where we left off. Okay, ummmm, wow, the during (the paddling) hurt like hell and I tried to wiggle away at least twice or three times but the after when the guilt was gone and the endorphins kick. . . OMG, did I notice a difference! Um and so did CD! I was much more wet and into it and I came pretty much with the fourth or fifth thrust….

So there’s the straight dope, gentlemen! Cut loose and SWING that thing! You’ll both have more fun.

(I can confirm this from my own experience, although I never could have written it up so engagingly.)