Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Yup. You are reading that right. They’re over at La Fessee.

It sounds like Claire has herself a treasure in her “A”, who knows all the good reasons for giving spankings:

The motel cottage was perfect. No phone, no dataport, a beautiful ocean view (photos to follow), peace and calm, weather to die for. When we finally arrived, A had a good spanking reserved for me too, for no particular reason except that it had been awhile since the last one.

What entertained me more, however, was the tale of how she got into one of those “I was expecting…” snits (women and their unvoiced expectations, what’s up with that?) and got lippy:

Me, cooly: “Do whatever you want.”
A: “Stop acting that way right now!”
Me: “You stop acting that way… “

A: “What way am I acting?”

Me: (here comes sheer stupidity) “like a noodle.”

You know what happened next, sure as thunder follows lightning. Can you say “switched in the sagebrush by the side of the road?” I knew you could.

Next time he might just pick a quiet stretch of road and bend her over the trunk of the car. The price always goes up….

Here’s an IM transcript describing a good hard spanking, found over at Flipside:

MD: Sir’s hand SUCKED.
MD: He knew how to make noise with it.

JQ: too much or too little sensation?

MD: He knew how to spank hard enough to make pain to flip me into subspace.
MD: And then he knew how to FUCKING HURT THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!!
MD: When he was cupping his palm just a little, but not too much, and he spanked HARD, and fast in one spot, I was BAWLING.
MD: I liked it at the same time, but I would’ve rather had the flogger.
MD: Most of the time, he’d use the flogger first. And he’d start slow with that, build up until I was almost done whimpering because the pain was gone and I was nicely in subspace.
MD: Then he’d kneel next to me and rub his hand over my skin, telling me how lovely red it was and how he loved my whimpers.

JQ: and then? (I want to hear you describe it.)

MD: And then he’d start spanking me. A couple of pops at first, just to warn me. And then the hard, fast, spanks that really hurt like fucking hell and started me crying and whimpering REALLY loud.
MD: He’d do it in one spot on one cheek for a while, and then move to the other one when that cheek was really numb.
MD: And then he’d run his hand over my ass really gentle like, and croon at me that I was a good girl, and then he’d literally kiss my ass and tell me that it was rosy red.

Here’s some folks having fun in a birch forest:

Cropped from an old postcard image found via vintage.

I’m sure I missed a lot of things while I wasn’t blogging and reading blogs. One of them, for sure, was this picture of Katy’s well-spanked bottom.

What a July it’s been! And late June was pretty crazy too. But everything is coming together now, and I’ll be in better shape to keep up the blog on a more regular basis.

One bright note in all the craziness is that it took me (briefly) to that part of the world where every hardware store is also a “saddle shop” or at least advertises “farm supplies and tack” on the sign. What this means is kinky leather toys that are priced to survive the skeptical gaze of a hard-working dirt farmer. I got Bethie a nifty riding crop, a heavy leather slapper paddle called a “dogging bat”, and an unspecified bit of saddle fixings that consisted of an immensely thick leather strap that doubles over nicely. All of a quality better than your average sex shop stocks, for a third the price. Can’t beat that!

The riding crop proves to be fun because it’s very precise, and the intensity is easy to vary — all the way from “gentle tap” to “ouch ouch ouch that’s a nasty welt ouch!” No such ambiguity to the heavy leather strap. I gave Bethie a single vigorous swat with it this morning because she paused while getting up, with her bottom conveniently arrayed over the edge of the bed in a manner calculated to tempt me. A moment later she was grabbing her bottom with both hands, writhing in a most fetching manner, and expressing her sincere plans to get up forthwith (before a second swat would be forthcoming).

Obviously I need to buy presents for her more often!

With SpankBoss so darn busy, I’ve had a lot of time to think. Yes, I know that’s a dangerous thing to do, but I like to live dangerously. I buy spanking implements for SpankBoss for crying out loud! And that’s me crying out loud, “Ouch! Don’t! Stop!” He loves that, the dear man.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about spanking and love. To be specific, I mean my spankings and my love. Finding SB was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me because I found the man I’ve been waiting my whole life for. He loves to spank me but he also spanks to show his love for me. It’s not a job for the faint of heart either. I’ve got a pretty tough bottom and can take quite a licking. SB has to pull out some serious toys in order to make an impression on me.

For example, let me tell you about my last spanking. We were lolling about in bed when the subject of my goodness came up. I was of the opinion that I’d been good for quite some time. SpankBoss disagreed, rolled me over onto my stomach, and began giving me hard slow spanks. He mixed the spanks up with lots of rubbing while he continued questioning me about my goodness. As the heat was building up and spreading, I admitted I guess I had been a little naughty after all. Not exactly a real confession but it was enough for SB.

He got up and went for the toy box while I snuggled up with a pillow and waited. I didn’t have to wait for long though. The first smack of the leather paddle landed with enough sting to make me start wiggling immediately. SB didn’t waste any time and quickly had me yelping and bucking all over the place. He’d stop occasionally and rub my bottom enough to settle me down, and then he’d go back to business.

Have I mentioned that the man knows exactly what he’s doing?

Eventually he tired of the leather paddle and picked up the heavy bath brush. And then the leather tawse. And then the rabbit fur paddle. And then the braided leather belt. And then…well, you get the picture. I was in ecstasy by then so I didn’t really care what he picked up next.

Once SB had decided I’d had enough (and it is his decision), he flipped me over and we moved on to the next stage…but I’m not going to tell y’all about that! What kind of blog do you think this is? {grin}

After my spanking, I spent the rest of the day feeling all warm, satisfied, and girly. In fact, I felt that way for the next couple of days. SB swears spankings make me easy to get along with and he’s right. It’s easy to get along with a woman who feels completely safe and loved by her man. It’s even easier if that woman is a spanko like me and has a tender bottom as a reminder of that love. I couldn’t ask for more.

Okay, I’ve gone and done it now. I got all mushy on SB’s blog! Sorry to all you folks who come here for the spanking pics and links. I guess SpankBoss will just have to spank me for it. Darn the bad luck! {grin}