Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

Here’s another rare departure from the male-dominant theme around here. This femdom drawing struck me (har har) as entertaining, possibly because of the elegance of the young ladies:

Art is by Sardax.

Karl the Kilt Vendor was having a good day in the kilt booth:

It was a jovial booth by closing. Working hard, the lot of us, but also there was beer, and more flirting. Our young ladies decided it would be entertaining to test a small flogger on me. Which they did, lifting my kilt and applying a flogging that can best be described as annoying, but was clearly a source of mirth to some folks across the athletic field. I then suggested (this may be too soft a term) that it was now my turn to drive. I mean, I’m a keys-on-the-left guy, I work the flogger, I don’t get flogged. Oh, the pain is acceptable, but I’d rather deal it that receive it. I don’t like floggers though. I’d rather use a bare hand. If it doesn’t also hurt my hand, where’s the fun?

I seemed to find someone’s spanking limit. So my work was done.

See Also:

• No Spanking At The AVN Awards
• Nice Spanking Comeback
• Nun Spankings For Charity
• Public Spanking, With Lots of Periods

Violet Blue went to a sex party the other day. She had fun, too, except for the elf spanking part:

I did, however, object to the elf. Yes, there was a guy there dressed as an adult, longhaired elf. In tight olive green Lycra, with a little loincloth and fake pointy ears. He looked like that Peter Pan dude (but with a mullet). He found a victim, er, I mean a girl that was alone at the party, and gave her one of those icky-guy, massage-turns-into-grope-session, then they spanked each other. Hornboy and I decided that nothing turned us off more than elf spanks. Bleah.

Library Girl posted a long report on one of the Shadow Lane spanking parties, which sounds like a lot of fun. Stuff like this:

TG called Matt a “lame-ass” (or was it “dumb-ass?” It was definitely something – ass) so Steve dragged her into the bedroom. I followed and picked up this light little paddle. I gave her a few smacks for calling my boyfriend a bad name and she kept saying, “Just you wait till I get up!”

Then it was my turn. And that light little paddle? OMG! I think that stupid paddle was crafted by some minion of Satan. It was HORRIBLE! I ended up with a yucky bruise right in the center of my right cheek. hope TG didn’t get bruised!

I always worry when spankos go off the air suddenly and without explanation, as most of them seem eventually to do. Hair Brush Action was a fun spanking blog that went 404 without warning a couple of months ago. And La Fess‚ is gone now, without much explanation (and without responding to my offer to mirror the old posts to keep them on the web).

I hope both those guys just got high-maintenance spanko girlfriends, and had to drop their blogs because their spanking arms were too sore to type. Sorry to see them go.

I think I’ve seen the Reges & Kelly show once, in a motel room while putting on my shoes. I don’t do television morning shows.

However, I am amused by this account of their banter, emailed to me by a viewer:

Regis & Kelly were discussing the strict social rules that govern Singapore. Evidently, until recently it was illegal to chew gum there. I take it that Kelly is a gum chewer, and Regis warned her that Singapore is not the place for her to go. She agreed, and then mentioned that they are very strict about many other things as well, reminding Regis about that kid a few years ago who was caned there for some minor infraction. Regis said that caning was terrible (or words to that effect) and Kelly agreed. But: then she added that it also depended on WHO WAS DOING THE CANING!

Indeed.