Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

And it’s not from SpankBoss…this is Bethie! Woo-hoo! I’ve got the keys to the blog, a large drink by my side, and I’m ready to talk.

Can y’all believe SB actually showed me how to do this and then left me alone? Sure, he gave me a few rules to follow but that’s not gonna slow me down a bit. I may be sitting on a sore bottom the next time I post but that’s why I have such nice cushiony pillows around the house. And, yes, “cushiony” is a word – I promise it is! I’m not so sure about “cushionier” but that doesn’t stop me from using it.

I’m probably going to need those nice cushiony pillows when SB gets home. Today I went on a little shopping spree and replaced that handy little wooden spatula we both enjoyed so much. It wasn’t the first implement we’ve broken and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m sure if I reinforced it with something it would have lasted longer, but then I wouldn’t have gotten as much fun out of it. There’s nothing like that secret little thrill when, as I’m doing everyday tasks, I see or use something that my bottom knows well. And my bottom knew that spatula well! Mmmmm…

Ahem…okay, back to my shopping spree story. I also found a couple of other interesting cooking utensils that might be useful for more than just flipping eggs or whatever they were originally intended. Do people really buy those pizza boards for making homemade pizza? I want to get all the different sizes to hang on the kitchen wall but SB wouldn’t let them stay there for any length of time and I’m not sure my bottom would thank me for it. Still, it’s very tempting.

It’s those spanko urges that make shopping so very interesting. I love that warm, fuzzy feeling I get when I’m shopping for spanking or sex goodies. Especially if I’m in a store that doesn’t specialize in that sort of thing. I feel deliciously naughty and I wonder if the clerks notice the flush on my face. It’s not a flush of embarrassment either!

Geez! I wish SpankBoss would hurry up and come home. I know! I’ll call and tell him to check this post to see if it’s okay. Maybe that will hurry him up a little. I’ll let y’all know if it worked.

And if you can still see that little blurb below…please ignore it. I can’t figure out how to delete it. Whoops!

In case I don’t get to update for awhile, I’ll leave you with this pretty and sore bottom. It belongs to Dana, one of the models for Pain Toy:

Now, isn’t that a pretty set of welts?

See Also:

• My Kind Of Warm Up: Leather Strap, Then Hand
• Spanking Mary Jane
• Rosy Red Riding Cropped Bottom
• Paddling Wendy
• Kyrie Gagged And Spanked

I’ve been too busy lately to provide any nice long personal updates. And that’s only going to get worse. There’s a change in jobs going on here that’s good but complex, and some out-of-town family visiting, and more complications than you can shake a riding crop at. What it boils down to, though, is that posting will be very light during July, and there may be some lengthy gaps. Please rest assured that these are all the good kind of complications, and when the dust settles I will resume regular posting. This blog is too much fun, I promise I won’t let it become moribund.

Don’t make the mistake, however, of assuming I’ve been neglecting Bethie. On Sunday I fear I broke my favorite oakwood spatula on her. It’s broad and flat and thin with large round holes, but heavy enough to land with authority. Alas, after about six good spanking sessions, it separated along a grain line that passed through two of the holes, and fell into two sharp-edged pieces. Yesterday I was forced to fall back on our leather paddle and a bath brush. The hardship!

Here’s a nice spanking illustration with a classical Egyptian flavor to it:

From Usenet.

Invidia from The Collar Purple has finally turned her considerable kinky artistic skills toward the production of a short-but-wonderful caning comic called Keiko Gets The Cane. Everyone is instructed to ooh and ahh and rave and sweet-talk Invidia until she produces a sequel. Keiko Gets The Strap, anyone?

As every spanko knows, the inner thighs are very sensitive. Here’s a cartoon to make any subbie cringe:

This is from an old Mutrix publication, and it came with a story line involving an evil governess. The implement of punishment is a whalebone corset stay.

Thanks to a post by The Boss over at The Collar Purple, I’ve discovered Saucy Baggage, a new blog with lots of nice postings about spankings and “bedroom D/s”. (The site has another name, but I’m going with the blogspot URL because I don’t need search engine hits from kids searching for help with their homework.) I like the blog a lot, but I confess I was chuckling at Claire’s outrage:

We had quarreled earlier in the day and the matter was simmering on the back burner. A suddenly tells me to get rid of the sour face. Sour? I thought it was expressionless indifference! No sooner had I muttered some form of disdainful retort than he SLAPPED MY BOTTOM IN THE STREET! This happened once a couple weeks ago, as I mentioned in an earlier post, but then it was late at night, on a dark and deserted street, while tonight we were in full sight of everyone. There is no misunderstanding that public discipline is strictly out of the question. I was and am mortified, he knows it was horrible for me and is pretending it’s no big deal.

Of course it’s no laughing matter if negotiated limits were exceeded, but the way things work around here, that bottom slap would have been more than justified, and the resulting outrage would have been (from my perspective) a bonus. Sour faces, indifference, disdainful retorts — I’m surprised there wasn’t more spanking when she got home!

Dominance, even of a gentle mostly-bedroom variety, isn’t easy to turn off just because people might see. Since Claire does ask for tips, here’s one: If public discipline is to be strictly off limits, perhaps it would be best to be sweet and pleasant while in public? {grin}

I’m looking forward to Claire’s promised thoughts on the continuum between 24/7 vs. bedroom D/s, and on how the two can sometimes blend into each other in subtle ways.