Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

As Bethie herself will cheerfully admit, she has a … let’s say “resilient” … bottom. A few hand spanks on the target of opportunity when she walks by just make her smile. And generally, any “ouch” I get while hand spanking her is uttered to humor me. Hand spanking doesn’t phase her much, and if I’m not careful it hurts me at least as much as it seems to hurt her.

Which, of course, is why the gods saw fit to bless mankind with leather.

The new spanking strap is indeed a godsend. It’s an inch and a half wide, and after being doubled over, it’s twenty inches long. And thick. Yet (after a little use) it’s proving to be remarkably supple and flexible. Very nice.

I’ve been finding (or just flat making up) an excuse to give her three or four swats with that strap every day. Swinging it with vigor tends to leave a faint red mark that’s soon gone — but it’s the only implement I’ve found yet that has a tenderizing effect of any duration. When she’s had the strap anytime in the past twenty-four hours, hand spanking gets noticed. Now the random friendly swat generates a tiny moue of concern, rather than a tolerant or amused smile. Much better.

The ultimate proof that the new strap is a tenderizer: Last night I returned from my poker game to find Bethie’s thinly-padded computer chair sporting a brand new huge thick fluffy cushion.

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!