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This has not so much to do with spanking, but it does remind me of the infamous duckie training post. As I was browsing about on a sex toys website, I came upon the Pig Tail Butt Plug:
Isn’t that just the cutest thing you ever saw? The sales copy reads:
Make ’em squeal loud and hard with their new pink pig tail butt plug! It doesn’t get much more humiliating than this.
Now, where did I put my credit card?
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Well, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
I’ve been having a little bit of extra fun with Bethie lately. You see, the other night Bethie was reading Lessons Learned and I looked over and noticed her staring for quite some time at this picture. (Yup, the one with the crossed needles through Lisa’s nipples.) Ouch.
So anyway, I was surprised to see Bethie lingering on that picture, since she usually hides her eyes when stuff like that appears on a monitor near her. (Sometimes she does peek between her fingers, though — it’s really cute.) She’s got something of a needle phobia, and neither one of us are much into anything that involves broken skin or the potential for blood. Still, she was looking. I guess it’s because Frank is such an artistic sadist.
Now for my fun. “You know how you are always calling me mean? Look closely at that picture. That is mean. Compared to that, I’m barely even mischievous.” Which is true, more or less (although I do love me my new tenderizing strap).
Call it laying the groundwork. Now, whenever she calls me mean (several times a day, invariably playfully) I say “I’m not mean. Who’s mean?” And I won’t be dissuaded from the line of conversation until she says “Frank.” And then I say “And what does he do that makes him mean?” By this time she’s always trying to change the subject, but I won’t have it; she has to say (usually she chooses a tiny tremulous voice) “He puts needles in Lisa’s nipples.”
For some reason she is amazingly reluctant to play this game, and I usually have to at least threaten to encourage her before she’ll say it. Vide supra “tenderizing strap”.
My plan (which seems to be working) is to associate that vivid mental image with the word “mean” in her mind, so that she can’t call me mean without thinking of those two sharp little needles. Now, when she calls me mean, I can see a little “uh-oh” look cross her face. So I think it’s working.
Thanks, Frank, for serving as a bad example! {grin}
Every male spanko, I’m sure, has a regret about the woman he should have spanked, but didn’t. J at The Orgy certainly does.
Seems that when he was a senior in high school, there was this hot sophomore girlfriend who cheated on him, and confessed. At that moment he held all the power cards in the relationship, and so he guilted her into giving him head to “punish” her.
But what he wishes he’d done is spanked her properly:
It was 1:00 in the morning when she finally finished telling me she’d cheated on me. Instead of both of us getting naked, though, and having oral sex, I now wish I’d done something different.
I wish I’d told her there was something I couldn’t do to repay her while we were in the house – during sex, she was good at keeping quiet, so even when she came, she didn’t wake anyone up. I wish I’d brought her out to my car and hidden us underneath the car cover.
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I would have brought something with me. While cleaning out my parents’ garage a few months prior to my relationship, I found a couple of huge wooden paddles that went with a swimming-pool game I’d completely forgotten about. I purloined all four of them. I’ve spanked with them, and I’ve tested them on myself.
I would have brought one with me. Jennifer would’ve known what was going on, but she was so desperate to keep the relationship alive and well that she would’ve come with me. Trust me on this.
I would’ve had her take all her clothes off. I could never get enough of the fact that this beautiful woman wanted to be my girlfriend, and I loved seeing her naked. Then I would’ve had her lay across my lap as I sat in the middle of my backseat. I would’ve told her how upset I was. I would’ve chastised her for a few minutes.
Then I would’ve laid into her with the paddle. I would’ve smacked it into her ass over and over. The paddle itself is big enough to cover almost her entire ass, but I would’ve alternated cheeks. I would’ve told her this is what happens when she misbehaves. I would’ve told her I was upset, that cheating is wrong, and that I never would’ve cheated on her. (I didn’t, by the way. Ever.) I would’ve watched under the weak dome light as her ass grew pink, then bright red.
And I would’ve listened to her yelling that she was sorry, that she wouldn’t do it again. I would’ve held her in place with one hand, maybe wrapping my arm around her waist as I whacked her ass over and over.
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I eventually would’ve stopped when I thought Jennifer had had enough. I would’ve gathered her up into my lap and held her and felt the heat of her ass even through the shorts I was wearing. I would’ve consoled her and comforted her and told her never to cheat on me again, and that I didn’t like to punish her.
Of course, that would’ve been a lie. I love giving spankings. Even when I’m punishing someone, I still enjoy doing it.
After Jennifer had calmed down, I think I would’ve tried to have sex with her. And I’m pretty sure she would’ve assented.
And I would’ve probably come quickly, feeling her scalded ass cheeks against my thighs.
Live and learn, J, live and learn….
There’s a new spanking site out there called Spanked Cutie, featuring (what else?) really cute young women getting spanked really hard. This is authentic looking stuff that reminds me in its severity of some of the harder paddling photo sets from the Real Spankings people. Here’s a very sore spanked cutie on her bed:
Picture taken from this gallery on Spankslaves Spanking TGP.
“P” from Sexual Anarchism writes about a real wild weekend with “M”, including one heck of a hand spanking:
As I fucked her and forced her down, I spanked her ass hard enough to make my hand sting; to provide some level of context, I used a belt on her ass some months ago; the marks were gone within a day. While my hand had returned to normal after little more than a few minutes, the welts on her ass from this spanking lasted for most of the week. There really was no reason for this force – it was simple domination. It was simple animalism. It was simply reinforcing our roles.
My hand aches in sympathy.
You don’t see many references to kids on this site, for reasons that ought to be blazingly obvious. But this ancient turnabout-is-fair-play French postcard image is too cute and funny not to share, and innocent enough not to be a problem:
As Bethie herself will cheerfully admit, she has a … let’s say “resilient” … bottom. A few hand spanks on the target of opportunity when she walks by just make her smile. And generally, any “ouch” I get while hand spanking her is uttered to humor me. Hand spanking doesn’t phase her much, and if I’m not careful it hurts me at least as much as it seems to hurt her.
Which, of course, is why the gods saw fit to bless mankind with leather.
The new spanking strap is indeed a godsend. It’s an inch and a half wide, and after being doubled over, it’s twenty inches long. And thick. Yet (after a little use) it’s proving to be remarkably supple and flexible. Very nice.
I’ve been finding (or just flat making up) an excuse to give her three or four swats with that strap every day. Swinging it with vigor tends to leave a faint red mark that’s soon gone — but it’s the only implement I’ve found yet that has a tenderizing effect of any duration. When she’s had the strap anytime in the past twenty-four hours, hand spanking gets noticed. Now the random friendly swat generates a tiny moue of concern, rather than a tolerant or amused smile. Much better.
The ultimate proof that the new strap is a tenderizer: Last night I returned from my poker game to find Bethie’s thinly-padded computer chair sporting a brand new huge thick fluffy cushion.