Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

If you spend much time on spanko discussion boards, you’ll find a lot of women describing variations on this problem, as described to the Love Bites online advice column:

I am a girl who really likes to be spanked. My last boyfriend was really into it and I would get off with him spanking me all the time, but my new fella is not this way inclined at all. I asked him about it and he was like, “No way, I’m not going to hit you, that’s just weird.” I like this guy but I really need to be spanked. How can I convince him this is fun and hot and not weird?

Although Sasha at Love Bites doesn’t have a better solution to this difficult problem than anybody else does, I thought her speculation on one of the reasons a man might feel this way was rather elegant:

S/M is very intricate, and requires a person to look beyond an ethical awareness of violence (and in his case, what human rights activists identify as the most widespread — towards women). Your boyfriend’s aversion to hitting you probably comes from a place of real concern, and may be rooted in a former S/M relationship gone awry, or family violence. Any conscientious man who’s seen his father strike his mother is going to struggle with this.

Of course, it’s also possible the guy is just a tight-assed narrow-minded prick. What sort of mannerless shmendrick tells the new girlfriend her sexual proposal is weird? There have got to be better ways of saying no. Besides, whatever happened to the old “Don’t say no to anything until you’ve tasted a bite of it” principle? I mean, did this man not have a mother to teach him basic manners?

Here’s an illustration by the justly famous Bill Ward, from an old comic (or possibly an illustrated book) called “Torture Manor”. I’ve never been the hugest Bill Ward fan — I find his women sort of angular and drag-queenish, too much of the time — but he’s nonetheless responsible for an impressive body of entertaining fetish art:

This illustration came in via Usenet.

The girl at Red Sneaker Diaries got a memorable spanking:

I remember his hand, grabbing my wrist, pulling me toward him. His grip was firm – strong and definite. Unexpectedly forceful. I resisted slightly, as I had only expected cuddles and kisses and tenderness that evening, and my mind was a bit slow processing what was happening. My resistance was countered with his other hand landing between my shoulder blades. Pressing with definite force, he pulled me toward him as he simultaneously pushed me down onto his lap.

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I remember how he moved his left hand to my bum and pushed me forward, while lightly stroking my neck and shoulder blades with his right. My nipples hardened in the anticipation – I may have been uncomfortable, awkwardly pressed up against the arm rest, bum wiggling in the air, but I was excited, eagerly anticipating what I thought was to come next. I looked back at him over my shoulder, smiling happily as I saw him looking at me, his hand caressing my elevated bottom.

You’ll have to go read the whole thing, but it ends well:

I remember all this because four days later I still have marks on my bum, and every time I see them in the mirror, I can almost feel that rush of sensation again. If I close my eyes, I can for a brief moment convince myself that my bum is still warm and tender, freshly spanked and in need of caresses.

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.