Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

Here’s an absolutely wonderful pair of old “French postcards” found on Usenet. First an overbearing official disturbs a most pleasant dalliance, and commences to write a ticket. If looks could kill, he’d be dead:

But then, it seems, an understanding is reached. “If monsieur wishes, perhaps this matter could be swiftly forgotten? Your trollops, of course, must be punished….”

There simply must be more postcards in this series. If anybody has images of them, I would dearly love to see them.

From Baltazar comes this long post about housework. It’s better than it sounds:

C is currently collared and naked, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor with a scrubbing brush prior to giving it a going over with the mop and floor polish. I’ve told her I’ll be checking up on her and if it’s not done within a certain time limit and to my satisfaction, she’ll be getting spanked.

She asked him to include that sort of thing in their D/s relationship, you see, and he was quick to honor her offer. Why?

I’ve wanted to be dominant and order her to do the odd chore around the house for a while…. That desire goes back some time to before we started out with Domestic Discipline while C was working from home for a while. Basically, it was annoying me then that she wasn’t doing much housekeeping while I was out at work during the day. I know that at the time I wasn’t pulling my weight with the chores and shouldn’t have had any right to be annoyed that she wasn’t doing things, but nonetheless it annoyed me that I couldn’t say anything to her for fear of provoking a major row. So, when we started down the DD & D/s road together, and as a result started to take some pride in the house together again and do the household chores, I fantasised about being be able to order C to do the odd chore – if only because I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to get away with that in the pre-DD days! That desire therefore was very powerful and alluring to me, but I just felt that I needed to wait for C to say she wanted it – just in case.

I know just where Baltazar is coming from on that. Bethie and I don’t call what we have a D/s relationship, but I can (as Baltazar puts it) “get away with” almost anything. For the most part I don’t take advantage of that in the household chores arena, unless you count me swatting her bottom and saying “get in the kitchen and cook me up some breakfast, wench!” after she’s already announced her intention to do just that. (It makes her giggle.) However, I do have one or two pet peeves left over from an old relationship. Yes, friends, I once spent six years living with a garbage hoarder, and I still bear the emotional scars.

The garbage hoarder girl and I had agreed to split up the household chores, and emptying the kitchen garbage can was supposed to be her job. Which she did not do. I was young and stupid and male, so of course it became a matter of principle for me not to do “her” job for her. She thus was free to stuff, compact, pile, perch, and arrange the garbage, until it was a towering mass twice the height of the garbage can, leaning on the adjacent wall for support and oozing food slime down the wall into the baseboard heater. My attempts to deposit garbage “in” this disposal area invariably resulted in something nasty falling on my bare toes, which in turn made me curse and mutter and growl and fume.

Fast forward to the present. Bethie cares more about a clean living space than I do, so it works out that she cheerfully does more housework than me, even though she also works longer hours than I do. Accordingly, I have zero interest in hassling her about housework.

Well, almost zero. But I still feel the programmed urge to get grumpy, when I go to deposit something in the garbage can and it rolls off the top of the pile onto my bare toes. Mostly I fix this by being Johnny-on-the-spot about emptying the garbage can before it gets that bad, but she’s in the kitchen more than me, and she fills it fast, and I won’t see it until I go in there with something to throw away. So I do get my toes slimed from time to time.

Since I refuse to be grumpy at Bethie, the obvious solution is to spank her whenever I get garbage on my toes. (Basic spanko-guy logic.) Haven’t actually done this yet, but I’ve made menacing noises. Right now I’m teasing her about buying a cane with a leather hanging loop, so I can hang it from a hook right on the fridge next to the garbage can, where she’ll see it six inches from her nose as she bends down to over-compress the garbage. Will this help? I doubt it, but it will be fun to hear her “eep” the first time she sees it hanging there.

So what’s my point? Loop back to Baltazar’s post, in which he talks about the fantasy of ordering his wife to do a chore. That’s hot because it used to be, however stupidly, an issue between them, and now it’s not. Likewise, something that used to be (stupidly) an issue for me, now isn’t. By giving me the spanking option, Bethie has utterly disarmed my pointless programmed emotional baggage from a past relationship, and converted it into a trigger for good-natured teasing. Eventually, she may get an extra caning or six, which will be fun for both of us. No wonder I love her so much!