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As you might imagine, running this blog gets me some odd email. Lately, however, I’ve noticed a common theme that runs through some of the odd ones. Every few weeks I’ll get one like this (although the return address and subject matter always varies):

“my girl likes me to spank her during sex and i like doing it can you tell me what what makes her like it is it the pain or power”

What these messages have in common are (1) that they are very short; (2) they always contain a stupid-ish spanking-related inquiry that invites a detailed response; 3) the authors of these requests never share anything substantive about themselves; and 4) the authors of these requests usually display a profound native innocence about phenomena such as punctuation and capitalization.

What’s more, I sometimes get similar requests in comments and they are also fairly frequent on spanking discussion boards. Usually in the discussion boards six people will answer, but the original poster never comes back into the discussion. Instead, a week later, it’s new thread time: “tell me what you like when you get spanked do you suck him always then?”

I have begun to conclude that these questions are a variant on the strategy used by the guys who make dirty phone calls to random women in an effort to get free phone sex. It’s as if there are guys out there (surely guys — I’ve never had one that purports to be from a woman) who get off on the act of enticing someone into responding to their questions about spanking. Why this should be so (when there are millions and millions of pages of spanking discussion out there just waiting to be Googled up) is beyond me. But then, other people’s fetishes are often a mystery.

Has anybody else encountered this “I want some custom spanking prose from you” email fetish?

To keep you company while I’m out enjoying the woods, enjoy this this outdoor caning gallery from Spanked Cutie. (Found on Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.)

Hey, everybody, just a heads up — I’m going to be taking a week or two off from blogging to do some other fun stuff. No worries, I’ll be back before the end of the month.

Here’s a few of the Castro district’s finest demonstrating a spanking machine at the 2003 Folsom Street Fair:

There’s always something to see at the Folsom Street Fair.

Lisa and Frank are selling yummy-looking hardwood switches in maple, birch, ash, and cherry. Frank, the helpful soul, also offers an instructional DVD starring
“Lisa’s ass (and her thighs, front and back) not to forget her tits.” With “Lively Sound” and “Pretty Marks!”

I don’t get a cut (heh) for flogging (double heh) their shopping link, although Frank might have to send me a free sample when he hears what Bethie had to say. I was reading the DVD description aloud to her (and chortling) which prompted her to say, repeatedly: “Oooh, I’m going to have to kill that man….” I guess my reading was a little too enthusiastic. Where I live, I can cut the birch switches myself, but we don’t have the other hardwoods. So perhaps she thinks she’s safe. (Imagine my evil laughter here.)

Here’s what Lisa has to say about this whole idea:

Yesterday, M. took me on a walk through the woods, where we found lots of mushrooms (that I still need to make something with), but the trip itself was surreal. I was naked, without even having clothes in a backpack like last time. He pulled me about by the leash, and for a while had me walking around with a striped maple switch in my mouth, which he later gave me a quick beating with.
For some reason, when he complained that the bugs were bad, instead of getting outraged (because I was the one who was naked), this image popped into my head and helped me hold my tongue. I bet M. would love to have me like that, I thought, except I’d be naked and on a leash. I think it was when M. told me to find a market for striped maple that brought it all to mind.

M. strapped me into Ms. Patty today for a demonstration of exactly how switches made from striped maple saplings should be used. Much of the session is blurry in my mind, because I think he pushed me pretty hard, though he says he still could push me much further. I seem to remember him hitting exactly the spot I love so much at one point though, and I had an orgasm from it. He also hit the spot at the top of my thighs that I hate hate hate and I screamed from that eventually.

Here, Master. Perhaps this is your market for striped maple?

I introduce the Striped Maplechist, complete with instructional video. (pronounced maple-kissed. Sort of like masochist, but different) I just wish we could sell enough that I’d look like that chick with the piles of switches on her back. I can attest to their potency. I’m still sitting quite gingerly, actually. I think everyone needs one for their umbrella stand, if nothing else!

Oh, I must agree!

Update. Bethie looked at the pictures of the switches, and said: “You know what those switches look good for? Cooking hotdogs on an open fire!”

Well, I’m sure they are good for cooking something, dear.

It’s been quite awhile since I posted any pictures from Girls Boarding School. I liked these next photos for two reasons. First, the young blonde woman getting caned is really cute:

Second, the camera catches some authentic-looking reaction shots. This caning must hurt!

See Also:

• Spanked In A Sunny Bedroom
• Cute Girl Gets A Bedroom Caning
• Cleaning Heidi's Carpet
• Schoolgirls Who NEED Caning
• A School Girl Caning

I’m giggling here. (And trust me, I’m a scary man when I giggle.) I just stumbled over a new-to-me blog called Joanie Writes. She writes about spanking, of which she gets plenty:

The power went out, and he blamed me. I said it was his fault, and teasingly ordered him to the bedroom for a spanking.

Now, there is NO way in holy hades I’m going to spank that man. He knows it, I know it, the entire world and universe knows it. But, he decided that was a sassy thing to say, and next thing I knew, I’m face down over the bed, and he’s spanking away with the leather rose paddle. My bottom is already tender. I really don’t want a spanking, but there it is, me butt up, getting smacked again. He went from that paddle to another, and then another, and I said, “Enough!” Oooops, big mistake!

“I will decide when it’s enough!”

He used every implement in the drawer, some several times over, and 40 minutes passed with me kicking, asking him to stop, and knowing that I was going to be sorer than sore by the time he stopped. At long last he did, and I went to fix my shorts and panties. Oh no, another mistake!

“I didn’t tell you that we were finished….” He started again, making sure to sting the thighs this time.

So why am I giggling? Because Joanie’s been married to this man for 34 years. I’ve had Bethie for less than a year, but she learned in the first two weeks not to threaten to spank me. It’s like messing around with Jim, you just don’t do it.

Unless, of course, you want a spanking.