Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Here’s a very brief bit from a long memoir over at The Orgy, about young lovers learning to enjoy spanking and bondage:

I started rubbing her ass with my hand, occasionally popping a quick slap off. I told Renee that she�d be getting twenty slaps now, and forty more later. She was to count off after every slap.

The first slap came in squarely in the middle of her left cheek, just a little harder than the pops had been. The next slap was on the middle of the right cheek, the same strength. I alternated cheeks, using rather light slaps until both cheeks were slightly pink. There were only a few slaps left at this point, and they came in slightly harder, still alternating between her two cheeks.

By about ten Renee was moaning out the numbers rather than saying them, which was pretty much what I’d expected. After the twenty slaps I rolled her over, spread her legs slightly, and slipped a finger inside of her, finding her to be hot and wet, as expected. Her nipples were still rigid, so I took a moment to suck, lick, and nibble on them, slowly fingering her pussy as I did. She was groaning and moaning, and I could have made her come then� but instead I backed off. I was learning that sometimes the scenic route was better.

The Mac technobabble doesn’t mean anything to me, but it doesn’t sound like Hornboy is on the right track here when it comes to teaching it to Violet Blue:

Last night, Hornboy just couldn’t take it anymore. He asked me, “so, have you done any of those OSX tutorials?” I demurred. I rolled onto my stomach, facing away. “You were supposed to work on learning OS ten today.” “Ummm,” I said into a pillow, “I’m working on it.” Firmly: “No you’re not.” Petulantly: “Yes I am!” He pushed up his sleeves and said, “Okay. This is a test. How do you open a file in OS ten?” “Uh — double click on it?” He squeezed my butt and said, “you got lucky that time. How do you organize photos in iPhoto?” Giggling: “You import them?” {spank spank spank} “Wrong!” {spank spank spank} He continued, “How do you minimize your dock?” “In the preferences?!” “Too bad.” {spank spank spank} It was a long night.

At this rate I may never learn OSX.

Greg from Red Hot Video Productions was good enough to send along this great spanking image. He says it came from a postcard sold on eBay:

I like the way she’s tied down, and the vigorous effort the man with the flail is bringing to his work. Thanks, Greg!

See Also:

• Spanky New Year!
• Cherry Torn On A Spanking Bench
• The Best Spanking Raunch
• More Explicit Spankings
• Domestic Discipline, Postcard Style

Bad Bad Baby (whose comment on the last post led me to her blog) has a real neat post up about how she learned the downside of giving a smartmouthed “no” to a man who has both a paddle and all the privileges that go along with it:

Monday night at bedtime MrMan informs me that he’s gonna fuck me like i haven’t ever been fucked before. i wasn’t really feelin it…i wasn’t feelin so great. i smartmouthed him and told him basically that i wasn’t gonna let him have it. big mistake.

he had me on my tummy faster than you can say ‘no, please’ proceeded to smack me twice with our new paddle. HARD! i felt tears sting my eyes and i looked at him to see just how serious he was. he wasn’t playing around. i felt myself slipping under and letting go. i relaxed my body because i knew i was going to be punished. he smacked me at least 10 times on each ass cheek until i was just barely breathing. then he made me turn on my back and he smacked me hard on the insides of my thighs. this was a new one for me and it hurt a lot more than i thought it would, but it made me so damn horny! i had this thought in the back of my mind that i wanted him to spank my pussy but i couldn’t really say anything at the time. maybe next time.

he made me turn back onto my stomach and he wouldn’t let me watch what he was doing. he grabbed my panties and ripped them down my body. he told me how i had huge welts on my ass and how he couldn’t wait to fuck me. i waited for another spanking on my ass and i could feel my body tensing up in anticipation. when the paddle came down on the back of my thigh and then quickly to the other thigh i was sure i would cry…but he quickly made me forget that by paddling me hard and fast across the most tender spots on my ass that he had set afire just minutes before.

Now that gives the term “smartass” a whole new connotation! Of course, MrMan got what he wanted. And everybody went to sleep happy.

Poor Vikki. Apparently she doesn’t have anybody to give her a flogging right now, and she sounds like she needs one in the worst way:

I miss the sting of the flogger; while I am far from a pain slut, there was something soothing, challenging, and incredibly fuckably sexy about presenting my ass for a good flogging. Particularly when tied standing up, facing a wall. Soothing, because it was good and solid contact, making me deliciously aware of my body. Challenging, to take the pain and turn it into pleasure, to fight the instincts of my body to curl up on itself and instead work through the pain – like how a good workout feels. And incredibly fuckably sexy, because in spite of what efforts I put forth, I’m deliciously aware that I am naked and they are not, they are watching my body’s reactions to every stroke, and whether I want them to or not, they’re likely aware of just how wet my pussy is getting.

Of course, it’s sexier and hotter still when they pause to slide their fingers into my pussy, just to make sure. Making small comments about how wet I am. The shame and the pain and the contact brings high colour to my cheeks and makes me whimper. Body on fire.

Yup, she needs one all right. But as the rest of her post makes clear, you can’t get what she needs from just any old guy with a flogger.

I’ve noticed that lots of the BDSM-themed blogs I link to (and many more of the ones those blogs link to) are characterized by a great deal of relationship drama, stress, and unhappiness. Not all of them, by any means, but lots. I’ve never been entirely sure why this was so.

Perhaps this unattributed quote (found at Mistress Matisse’s place) sheds some light on the subject:

“There are really two kinds of submissives in the world: those who believe they don’t deserve any better, and those who believe they don’t deserve any less.”

I think much of the drama is generated by the first sort, and by the partners they settle for. In my experience, women of low self-esteem are hard to maintain happy stable relationships with, no matter how much you cane them.

On the other hand, Bethie is very much the second sort (although she’s not precisely “a submissive” as we tend to use the word.) She knows what she wants and she knows she’s worth it — for which I am more thankful than mere words can say.

One of the reasons blogging has been light lately is that I have been building a directory of links to web resources on figging. If any of you have figging links I’ve missed, please feel free to help me out by leaving the URLs in the comments.