Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Somebody recently posted the Spanking Blog background art (Invidia’s lovely work, for the use of which I shall be eternally grateful) on their blog, with suitable compliments. I went to comment and give Invidia her props, and discovered that the blog in question was only allowing comments from people who first register with Blogger.

Sorry, but SCREW that. I’ve already got forty or fifty web passwords, there’s no way I’m memorizing another one just to comment on somebody’s blog. It also makes me less likely to link there, because it’s just too damn reader-unfriendly.

Blog comment spam is a pain in the ass. Trust me, I know. But that’s the wrong answer.

This is the sort of image that puts one in mind of those legendary schoolmasters who made schoolgirls take down their knickers for punishment, and then spanked them for immodestly displaying their naughty bits. Sometimes a girl just can’t win, and for Brandi this looks like one of those times:

From Spanking Teen Brandi, one of the Real Spankings Pass family of sites.

This picture has been circulating all over the internet for awhile now:

Spanked with a Perl book, now that’s geek kink!

This link from South Africa (mailed to me by a reader) features fashion advertisements showing men and women in poses (and with photoshopped skin tinting) suggestive of recent spankings. Entertaining– although, predictably, the ad featuring a spanked woman drew a storm of protest, while the ad featuring a spanked man did not.

Boy, The Boss and Invidia know how to celebrate a birthday (scroll down for 3.20.05 entry). He had the birthday, and she got the caning.

Invidia knows how to describe a spanking in apocalyptic terms (we suspect she enjoys sympathy):

TheBoss is getting old and we celebrate his longevity every year about this time. There was no money in the coffers for fancy hardware or dungeon furniture. In fact, there was no money in the coffers for much of anything except a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant. So I offered my lily-white tushie to him as a canvas upon which he could paint with his implement of choice.

He started with the rattan cane, and though the first six were like Flaming Death From Behind, the endorphins kicked in after that and I rode the tide to twenty rather serenely. Next his artist’s eye spotted the strop which he applied with birthday abandon. The strop is both stingy and thuddy, and it does a remarkable job of eliciting squeals and wails from me. It is also heavy enough that it physically pushes me forward, which I find incredibly sexy for some reason. I guess it’s the pelvic thrust that really drives me insane. (Let’s do the Time Warp again!)

After several of those, he finally took up the implement I most fear – the Dreaded Purple Acrylic Cane itself. Twelve strokes remained in his birthday number (‘Cause the man is getting old!), and there was the proverbial one-to-grow-on stroke which also had to be administered. I gabbed my pillow and shoved my face into it in order to stifle my screams.

My darlings, there are no words to describe how thirteen serious strokes with the DPAC feel . . ..

But of course, a good time was had by all. Happy Birthday, Boss!

Do you like those old women-in-prison movies? Unfortunately, most of them only hinted at the punishments our heroine would suffer at the hands of the brutal butch prison guards. Not so in this shoot from Whipped Ass, where a female prisoner makes the mistake of grabbing at one of her guards through the bars. First she gets
caned:

And then she gets handcuffed and flogged:

Her troubles are only beginning….

From Pussy Talk:

Nice girls don’t let men do what you’re doing. By restricting my leg spread, my panties represent the last strained but valiant shreds of my virtue.

All the while you scold me in patient tones, all the while I squirm under the blazing heat of your hand as you strike, stroke, and probe me, the insistent embrace of the elastic around my thighs reminds me that I deserve all this.

So that’s what panties are for….