Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

There’s a long product review of a rubber paddle over at Clean Sheets, and boy do they make it sound like fun:

Finally, I struck downward over the top of her buttocks, in a direction parallel to her legs, whacking the center of each butt-cheek in turn. The paddle’s handle fit my hand comfortably and its natural flex allowed me to inflict a telling impact using mainly my wrist, with minimum arm swing. I alternated this with striking her sweet spot (the center of the lower buttocks just above the thighs), and — instructing her to spread her legs — softly thumping her labia.

Her bottom-cheeks colored deeply and immediately, evidence of one of the striking qualities of rubber: the way it momentarily adheres to the skin during impact, causing burning surface trauma as it departs from its cruel kiss. In contrast to its small size, the black rubber paddle’s half-inch thickness provides sufficient weight to deliver quite a pounding, if your partner likes it hard, while its balance and springiness permit a gentle, tapping rhythm just as easily.

The famous John Willie drew a lot of well-received fetish art, but I’m not sure I’ve posted any of it here before. Now I’ll try to remedy that oversight:

Drawing is from Darkalities.

I don’t much like mushrooms — forced to eat too many as a little kid — but I think I could enjoy this sort of mushroom hunting:

Sunday, M. made sure that we had some serious time off, and took us out for a walk in the woods, on a mostly fruitless mushroom hunt. About twenty minutes in, though, he had me take off all my clothes, keep the backpack on, and carried on as though it was perfectly normal to lead your wife around on a leash, naked, out in the woods. He of course tied me to a tree and gave me a proper birching, which stung and burned like a mother fucker.

And of course there is a picture:

Who knows their old movies? This looks like a publicity shot to me, but it’s a real cute one:

As always, if it’s from a movie, I’d like to know which one.

Well, it was quite a long time ago. According to this article, in 1936 the Auckland Star printed a story about an aviatrix being patronized by the mayor of Auckland, NZ:

On October 16, 1936, the Star’s late edition reported that Jean Batten had “arrived at Mangere aerodrome at 5.05pm after leaving Lympne, Kent, on Monday, October 5, at 4.10am”. Pictures of the arrival showed the aviatrix in her trademark white flying suit.

Brewer Ernest Davis, the mayor of Auckland, called for three cheers, then declared: “I offer a prayer of thankfulness to Almighty God for bringing this young girl safely back to our own country.” This young girl was 26.

“`Words fail me to congratulate you on your wonderful achievement, but,’ the Mayor remarked jokingly, `you are a very naughty girl and you really want a good spanking for giving us such a terrible and anxious time.”‘

I’m surprised she didn’t strangle him on the spot with her natty white silk scarf.

Here’s a spanking magazine cover from 1949:

You have to like the lurid sales copy:

Experiences of corporal punishment — curious tales of ladies and others fond of administering birch discipline and physical pain. For lovers of the unusual.

Another gem from vintage, although I expect it was originally snagged from an eBay auction back before they started hassling erotica sellers.

Alternative post TITLE: “And That is How Pancho Villa Master And I Had Lunch Together.”

Moving rapidly along:

Master came home from work for a late lunch. And to spank me. He had a dentist’s appointment […], wanted a sandwich, and then apparently decided my ass needed to burn. It wasn’t punishment, just a beating because He wanted to smack my ass for a while.

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I made Him a pastrami and swiss, while naked because it’s a hot July day and nakedness just isn’t sane here in January. A wise Master appreciates opportunity.

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Then, i laid myself over His lap and He walloped my ass while i struggled to be pliant and good. He was rough but very sensual this time, caressing for long moments over the curve of my ass and down my thigh to the ticklish back of my knee, then slapping me hard where the thigh meets the buttock just as i was sighing with enjoyment at the caress.

He alternately pulled at my hair and then forced my head back down low by pushing me down with a hand at my back. He manhandled, and He didn’t say a word for most of this time. It was half of a normal spanking. He started to let the smacks fall more quickly, but never to the level of intensity it usually becomes.

“Fuckable,” He said, and slid His hand between my thighs to sop at the wetness there. Then He told me He was done and had to get back to work.

Pastrami kisses, because He’s a romantic despite the rough hands.