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Patty writes about the birch:

One day, a while back now, on a spanking site I visit, a gentleman named Jim extolled the wonders of a birch one day, and lo and behold my husband (who was already curious) was reading. He made one, and the rest is history….

What a sensuous implement…a thousand stinging nettles in one swishing lick. The sensation is both overwhelming and seductive. It draws me into my body so that I can feel every searing, prickling, burning impact. I dare you to try it with someone you trust.

Hmm. I can see birch trees from my window. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll go for a little walk, and do some collecting.

If you’ve ever surfed the net for spanking pictures, you’ll be familiar with the genre of faux spanking porn. You know what I mean: there’s a cute (or not-so-cute) girl over some guy’s lap, his hand is poised in the air or resting gently on her bottom, and her face wears a bored expression that says “Is this photo shoot ever going to be over?” Typically, too, her bottom shows no sign of ever having been smacked. These photo sets just scream “I couldn’t find a model who would actually agree to be spanked, but the magazine said they needed some spanking content, so maybe this will do.”

Fortunately, these days standards are improving. For instance, you won’t catch the model in a Brutal Spankings video looking looking bored:

Over at A Beginner’s Beginning, Ulorenn learns some things about spanking:

I ended up over his lap, blindfolded and handcuffed and spanked into happy oblivion. I learned several things:

1. Touching apart from the spanking is distracting for me right now, so we’ll have to see how that progresses. It’s so distracting it knocks me right out of my headspace…hmm…

2. I have a very resiliant ass. After being spanked until I had to ask him to stop (which was what he wanted to happen), my ass stayed warm for about 30 minutes before cooling off completely. No marks at all.

3. I make good noises.

4. Spanking superceeds my orgasm. The spanking gave me such an endorphin rush I felt like I’d come. It was lovely.

5. I want more! Mmm…that flogger is just waiting to be broken in.

Number 4 is interesting. I wonder how many of you spanko ladies feel that way?

There’s a new spanking blog on the block. Not many posts yet, but A Creative Spanked Wife looks very promising. Here’s an excerpt from a spanking story Patty posted today:

Eamon turned away to the buffet, and came back with a leather paddle with a thistle embossed on it. He’d bought from a kind gentleman in Kentucky who understood his prickly wife’s needs a little over a year before.

“This should get a good crispy glow going.” He smiled and set about spanking her. The first few spanks hurt until the heat built back up. When the heat returned, the sting of each impact kept an after glow, and the heavy weight of the leather massaged with the give and jiggle of her flesh.

Sheila could tell by the way Eamon crooned as he spanked and watched her bottom respond, that he liked what he saw. That awareness made her smile, and then lift and wiggle her bottom for him. He spanked her harder and a little faster. The spanking covered her whole bottom in a hot, deep red glow.

If you spend much time on spanko discussion boards, you’ll find a lot of women describing variations on this problem, as described to the Love Bites online advice column:

I am a girl who really likes to be spanked. My last boyfriend was really into it and I would get off with him spanking me all the time, but my new fella is not this way inclined at all. I asked him about it and he was like, “No way, I’m not going to hit you, that’s just weird.” I like this guy but I really need to be spanked. How can I convince him this is fun and hot and not weird?

Although Sasha at Love Bites doesn’t have a better solution to this difficult problem than anybody else does, I thought her speculation on one of the reasons a man might feel this way was rather elegant:

S/M is very intricate, and requires a person to look beyond an ethical awareness of violence (and in his case, what human rights activists identify as the most widespread — towards women). Your boyfriend’s aversion to hitting you probably comes from a place of real concern, and may be rooted in a former S/M relationship gone awry, or family violence. Any conscientious man who’s seen his father strike his mother is going to struggle with this.

Of course, it’s also possible the guy is just a tight-assed narrow-minded prick. What sort of mannerless shmendrick tells the new girlfriend her sexual proposal is weird? There have got to be better ways of saying no. Besides, whatever happened to the old “Don’t say no to anything until you’ve tasted a bite of it” principle? I mean, did this man not have a mother to teach him basic manners?

Here’s an illustration by the justly famous Bill Ward, from an old comic (or possibly an illustrated book) called “Torture Manor”. I’ve never been the hugest Bill Ward fan — I find his women sort of angular and drag-queenish, too much of the time — but he’s nonetheless responsible for an impressive body of entertaining fetish art:

This illustration came in via Usenet.

The girl at Red Sneaker Diaries got a memorable spanking:

I remember his hand, grabbing my wrist, pulling me toward him. His grip was firm – strong and definite. Unexpectedly forceful. I resisted slightly, as I had only expected cuddles and kisses and tenderness that evening, and my mind was a bit slow processing what was happening. My resistance was countered with his other hand landing between my shoulder blades. Pressing with definite force, he pulled me toward him as he simultaneously pushed me down onto his lap.

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I remember how he moved his left hand to my bum and pushed me forward, while lightly stroking my neck and shoulder blades with his right. My nipples hardened in the anticipation – I may have been uncomfortable, awkwardly pressed up against the arm rest, bum wiggling in the air, but I was excited, eagerly anticipating what I thought was to come next. I looked back at him over my shoulder, smiling happily as I saw him looking at me, his hand caressing my elevated bottom.

You’ll have to go read the whole thing, but it ends well:

I remember all this because four days later I still have marks on my bum, and every time I see them in the mirror, I can almost feel that rush of sensation again. If I close my eyes, I can for a brief moment convince myself that my bum is still warm and tender, freshly spanked and in need of caresses.