Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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}

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?