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I had two thoughts in rapid succession when I first saw this photo:
1) Dang, now I know I don’t get invited to the right sort of parties!
2) Girl, do you know where the tip of that cane is likely to have been?
A reader sent in a link to this article on erotic spanking. It’s a bit prescriptive for my taste — for instance, I’m far from convinced that a safeword is necessary in every erotic spanking relationship — but I did like the sample conversation from a failed attempt at trying this spanking thing:
“Okay… uh… bend yourself over my knee here, and… uh… there.”
WHACK!!!!! Goes the slap of the hand.
“Ouch! That hurts!”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, no… it’s okay.”
“Ah… right… uh….”
WHACK!!!! The bare hand comes down again.
“Ouch! That really hurts!”
WHACK!!!! Once more.
“I said stop it! I mean it!”
Which of course puts me in mind of my favorite spanking line: “Good, it’s supposed to hurt!”
Sorry it’s been so quiet around here. I’ve been busy with a bunch of different projects, not the least of which is keeping Bethie in hand.
OK, so that’s a joke — she’s usually a very good girl even when I don’t have time to spank her — but there have been multiple spankings.
I also spent a fair amount of time helping with the tech side of getting her spanking discussion board up and running. That’s turning out to be a raging success — there are new users registering every day and lots of active discussion threads.
Plus I’m working on arranging a new server for our sites. Spanking Blog has gotten incredibly popular, and the page loading times haven’t been all they might be. That should get better soon.
Here’s a real vintage sorority paddling photo from a student newspaper:
The image it’s cropped from (found on Outdoor Spanking) includes the newspaper clipping, which explains:
The photo above, taken in 1940 at the University of Utah, shows an actual sorority paddling. Five girls, guilty of offenses such as letting their skirts rise too high, are in position and awaiting the paddle. The pledge on the right has just been swatted.
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Note to spanking newbies: Don’t panic. The pictures that follow make my jaw drop a little. You can give or get good hard spankings until hell freezes over without ever seeing a butt that looks this red and sore. The spanking kink is a big tent (just like the Republicans!) with plenty of room for everything from rosey pink bottoms all the way to colorful bruises and big puffy angry welts. If you don’t like these pictures, don’t worry about it. Nobody’s going to take away your spanking credentials or tell you “you aren’t doing it right”. I’m tempted to say “Trained driver on closed track, don’t try this at home.” But some of you are gonna try it at home, and who am I to tell you not to?
Despite the disclaimers, I know some of you will be entertained by this. Can you say “ouchies”, boys and girls? I knew you could:
After the belt comes the hairbrush:
As you doubtless already know from that inimitable style, the pictures are from Real Spankings, one of the several quality sites in the Real Spankings Pass family of spanking paysites.
I’m sure there’s probably some basic rule of politeness that one violates when one hoots with laughter at the erotic distresses of another man’s wife. Alas. Because that’s exactly what I just did, when reading about what Fred and Patty got up to with the fancy room-service sushi garnish in the form of an endless spiral of sliced fresh ginger.
Of course there are always hardships a weary traveller must endure when sojourning far from the comforts of home and one’s own familar bed and refrigerator. But ginger in a spiral? It’s terrible, I tell you. Not only is there a lot more surface area and available juice, but there’s the dreaded dangle to worry about:
So the ginger garnish was employed.
Man o Man!
Warning to all brats… go with the root raw OK! Don’t even think about the juicy lengths of peeled garnish. No matter how long and amazingly perfect they seem. The burn was immediate. It suffused into my anus and all the surrounding tissues so quickly, I gasped nore than once.
“Honey! OWWWW! Ow! Ow!.”
“That’s the way baby, Hang in there.”
Fred did not get the point! With the ginger garnish coil dangling from by bum, my hips gyrated and undulated. “Please take it out!” But there was a part that hung out. It touched other VERY vulnerable parts of me, while Fred spanked me with the wooden spoon.
Missed opportunity: they had wasabi, and Fred threatened, but it was not deployed. Maybe next time!
Here’s a gem I found while surfing this morning: Spanking Real Life. It’s a Japanese site featuring a girl whose face you never see, but whose bottom gets spanked and caned with great enthusiasm. There is some written material I can’t read, and a few photos, but the true treasure is about 25 short MPEG video clips. They are small in dimension and a bit dark in the fashion of amateur work, but there’s plenty of spanking and caning and spanko-girl-squawking (completely recognizable as such though I speak not a word of Japanese).
Check it out fast, but be gentle — unless they have a great bandwidth plan, it might not be up for long.