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I like this pouting face:

From a now-defunct Girls Boarding School gallery.

Neko over at Letters To An Angel just put up a very nice detailed post on the reasons for spanking his angel. Just an excerpt:

And that’s the final reason I spank you, dearest angel. Because it makes you feel submissive. Because it makes you happy. Because it turns you on, and because it turns me on. Sometimes I spank you because I feel like it, because I want to be in control. Sometimes, I spank you because you want to be made to feel submissive. Sometimes I spank you because you’re a brat, and you need to be kept in line. Sometimes I spank you because it gets you wet. Each and every time I do this, I do it with love. I do it because it’s a part of us both. I do it because it’s part of what makes our relationship work.

Thanks to Vikki for spotting the link.

I found you some fun bondage and caning (of a model with dirty feet from the cruddy dungeon floor) from Whipped Ass, over at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP:

Although Bethie told the tale better than I could, there are a few details she omitted. The flogger (I’d include a picture, but I’m having technical difficulties in the digital camera department at the moment) was a blue suede number from DeTails Toys, with a double set of short tails. It really is a lovely thing — looks and smells good, and feels nice when I run my fingers through the tails.

What Bethie hinted at, I can confirm: the flogger did a wonderful job of reddening her bottom and making it sensitive enough for a good hand spanking. She’s inclined to laugh away hand spanks, unless she’s already tender, so I’m always looking for fun ways to achieve the necessary tenderizing effect. The flogger serves wonderfully.

After her spanking, I was further amused to discover that, due to all her wiggling, a few errant tails had nipped into some very tender areas I don’t usually spank. The evidence? Some thin finger-length puffy welts that made her squeal when I kissed them. As Microsoft used to say, that’s not a bug, it’s a feature.

And last but not least, I must respond to the calumnous suggestion that I sprained my arm while spanking her. The twinges in my arm did not appear until the following afternoon, which I spent quietly reading a book on the bed while Bethie lay snoozing on top of my arm. Her fault entirely! Fortunately, I’m not too sore to take care of that little offense….

You girls who like your spankers tall, dark, and mysterious should like this magazine illustration:

See Also:

• Whipped By A Masked Psycho
• Dungeon Spanking Machine

We just celebrated my birthday and SpankBoss made it one to remember…for both of us!

From the moment I woke up he was especially sweet to me and made me feel cherished and special. SB gave me some incredible goodies which included some fun items – a beautiful flogger and that funny pig tail I’ve been giggling about. Hey, I’m a kinky girl and I like my toys!

In fact, I was more than willing when SB offered to try the flogger out on my backside to see what I thought of it. I was busy nuzzling my face in the leather when he suggested it so it took me a minute to get back to the here and now, but I was glad I did. Mmmmm it was wonderful!

I thought he might go ahead and give me my birthday spanking then and there but he informed me that I wouldn’t get that treat until after dinner. Talk about a tease! But then I realized that if I got my spanking then, we’d probably miss our dinner reservation and I was reveling in being spoiled so I didn’t push the issue. I should definitely get some credit for that.

That evening we went out for a lovely dinner which included some very good wine. The result was that by the time we got home I was ready for the birthday party to start and SB didn’t disappoint. We were barely in the door when he told me to take off my clothes and get ready for my birthday spanking. Yippee! I scurried to obey and practically threw myself onto the bed when he indicated that’s where he wanted me.

I positioned myself, arching my back and wiggling my bottom in the air anxious for SB to deliver. He had said earlier that he wanted to use the flogger but I had expected him to use it later in the spanking. Imagine my surprise when if felt those leather tails caressing my backside ever so teasingly. I was a little apprehensive but SB definitely knew what he was doing. He landed strokes that went from slightly stingy to surprisingly ouchy but the whole experience was very arousing and I quickly found myself moaning and wriggling enjoying every stroke of my new toy. I had heard that floggers could be sensual but I had no idea just how much.

When SB stopped to rub my bottom, I guess he decided I’d had enough “warm up” and was ready for the main event. He sat on the bed and invited me over his lap. Happy to comply, I climbed across and settled in. I guess he was right about using the flogger first because the first swat of his hand surprised me. Normally a hand spanking doesn’t affect me right off, but this one did. Every swat of his large hand made me squawk and wiggle. I was loving it so much that I had a hard time keeping count. In fact, I considered miscounting so he’d have a reason to start over. But as much as I was enjoying myself, I was ready to … well … enjoy myself. You know what I mean! I was primed and ready for the main event — Birthday Sex! Ya gotta love Birthday Sex.

I won’t embarrass anyone with any further details but just so you know … it was an amazing birthday!

As for the comment I made earlier about us both having something to remember, I have a tender bottom as well as happy memories but SB also has something physical to remind him. The poor man seems to have strained something in his shoulder from all that vigorous spanking. The lengths he goes to trying to keep me happy! *grin*

Violet Blue got a very good birthday spanking, and in public no less!

The bench was high, and had weird metal legs in front that required me to stand with my legs askew, spread wide, and lean far over at the waist. This was an extremely compromising position, though my back (and my exposed backside!) was on display to any spectators — I couldn’t see the rest of the room. It was scary, even though everyone at the party was a total stranger. I felt Hornboy’s hands on my waist; his feet nudged my feet even wider apart. He firmly pushed me all the way down onto the bench. I could feel the cool air on my hot bits, with no pubic hair to impede even the slightest draft. Than it came — thwack! Hornboy’s big, rough hand spanked my bottom.

He continued to knead my cheeks and massage my outer labia, interspersing with gentle and firm spanks. I held on tight to the bench. The pain, heat and arousal all clouded my mind; I couldn’t tell if there were more people in the room now, or no one. The minute I started to worry that someone would see me, see my dress hiked up over my round and red bottom, another hard, hot spank would jolt me back into my body.

“Are you counting?” Hornboy asked after several minutes. “Um, no” I giggled. He leaned over me, nuzzled my neck and cheek, kissed me and smiled. “Start counting.”

That’s just the beginning. Happy birthday!