Father’s Day Shopping

From Annie’s Blog, some short notes on Father’s Day shopping (you have to go read to get the chasing-and-spanking-while-talking-like-Donald-Duck):

This tack shop is a hoot – there’s a sign on the wall with all the crops and other paraphernalia that says “Not For Use on Humans”. Obviously they know all of their clietele aren’t horse owners. Heh. I found a long, thin very sexy crop that I decided was perfect. Nothing else like that in Robert’s toy cabinet. I got the guy who owns the flower shop in my store’s center to give me a long-stem rose box to put it in. Since it looked kinda lonely in there, I decided to make a ribbon-tied switch bundle as well.

Jeez, I’m a glutton for punishment. Did I think he wasn’t going to actually, yanno, use that stuff??

Of course, that was the wrong answer:

I felt the full brunt of that crop later during our Sunday Play Session. SHIT! That fucker really hurts!!! Two days later my ass and thighs are still tender and sporting stripes! (The switch was comforting salve in comparison.) Of course, that’s now Robert’s favorite toy.

Heh, isn’t it always thus? I know my favorite toy is always whatever left interesting marks most recently on Bethie’s bottom….

Modern Sorority Spanking

This is just too cute for words! Found on Flickr:

sorority beauties spanking one another

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A Belt Spanking From Sam Waterston?

For those of you who like to get some of your spanking jollies from the mainstream media, here’s a hot Sam Waterston spanking tip from Natty’s Spanking Blog:

Sam Waterston is like my quintessential paternal spanko figure. He always manages to come up with facial expressions that encompass everything I’d want in a daddy: moral principal, scolding, consternation, with a tad bit of gentleness thrown in. He’s been in my spanking fantasies since I first saw him in “I’ll Fly Away,”(an absolutely brilliant television show from 1991 that made me go “wow, I never thought television could get this good!”). Those fantasies became even more acute after he played a father who whips his daughter with a belt in the movie, “Man in the Moon.”

Quick check so you don’t have to: Yes, you can Netflix that.

Vintage Lesbian Spanking

I suppose it’s old-fashioned of me to label girl/girl spankings as “lesbian” — to be sure, that’s a time-honored porn convention, but the truth is that most girl/girl porn neither features actual lesbians nor is made for the pleasure of lesbians. I doubt that was any different in the bygone era when this photograph was shot:

old lesbian spanking photo

Vibrator, Plug, and Strap

If one toy is fun, more toys are apparently better. Such a fun time at Patty’s house:

Then he stopped kneading and lifted what I soon discovered was the school master strap. The first stroke of it burned white hot across my bottom exactly across the flange of the butt plug. The combination of extreme burning pain, intensified vibration and the knocking of the plug inside me against the vibrator in my pussy was amazing.

“Oh Gawd!” I lifted my bum hoping for another one just like that. It wasn’t long before I was given exactly that.

My arms and legs strained involuntarily against the cuffs and ropes that held them as my body tensed and writhed with the incredible intensity of pleasure and pain. The blindfold kept my senses focused inside my body. Fred set up a rhythm with the strap so that the wanton greedy movements of my hips effectively helped me fuck myself on the Rabbit. The sensation of it gliding inside me against both my g-spot in front and the vibrating butt plug behind drew me deeper inside my body. The pain of the strap became shear white-hot heaven, and yet it was like the only part of me that existed was my invaded pulsing pelvis.

Red Spanked Bottom, Red Plaid Skirt

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

good spanking position

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Loving The Whip

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.