Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

It’s been awhile since I’ve linked to one of the spankings Michelle gets. Mike gives all the juicy details [link broken and removed]:

I asked for her hands, and she gave them to me, and I quickly had her tied at the wrists. Then I got up, opened her legs, and sat between them, running my hands, then my nails over her bottom. Then back to rubbing with the flat of my palm, following up with a nice hard slap. Pretty hard, especially for a warm up.

I took it to ten, and by the time ‘d hit the last she was squirming – I could have stilled her with a word in that tone of voice, but it’s far more fun some days to hold her still.

Then I picked up the hair brush. It’s wooden, about an inch wide, and leaves red marks with the lightest of slaps. With the mood I was in, light slaps were not on the menu.

I stopped at 150.

There’s something so efficient about the hairbrush. Generates lots of nice marks and authentic squirming, for minimal effort.

In the best tradition of religious flagellation, here two cute young nuns have abandoned their modesty and taken up the scourge:

I’m sure there’s an iron-clad theological excuse for all this, but still I can’t shake the conviction that we are looking at one of the unintended consequences of those vows of chastity.

Just another treasure from Usenet.

This cute picture is from Girls Boarding School:

Taken from a gallery first seen over at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.

I just found a really neat blog by a professional dominatrix (is that redundant?) with a lovely writing voice. Her current entry involves spanking the hell out of “a guy from Vermont with a sweet nature and a very tough ass”:

Vermont is a relatively new client to me – I think this was his third visit. I’m discovering that he’s quite delightfully masochistic, with a nice high pain threshold. When I’m with a new person, I’m so used to carefully modulating the level of physical intensity that when I began flogging his ass, it took me a few minutes to trust what I was seeing: that he could really take the heavier blows.

So I traded my soft suede flogger for a heavier, stiffer one. He took a few thumps with that and just smiled and wiggled his butt at me invitingly. Oh, this is going to be fun, I thought.

He took half an hour of pretty steady beating with my nastiest, meanest flogger. It’s got thick tails made out of rubber instead of the usual leather, and it bites – hard.

Definitely a worthy addition to the blogroll.

Yup, I broke my little cane. Not in a fun way like some people, either. Just picked it up to put it in a more appropriate place, gave it a flick to hear the nice “whick-whick” noise, and it snapped at the base of the suede-wrap handle.

Bethie wasn’t even home, sigh.

Now I need to get off the stick (so to speak) and order another one ASAP. Although it is springtime, so I suppose I could get by for awhile with a willow switch and a handful of fresh nettles.

Yup, it’s time to take Bethie for another walk in the woods.

Here’s a neat item of vintage spanking art:

Doesn’t the spankee girl here have the loveliest smile on her face?

Artwork is probably by Herric, aka Chéri Herouard.

Katy has a favorite oak paddle (well, she doesn’t put it in so many words, but you can just tell from how she writes about it) that needs a name. She’s soliciting suggestions.

I haven’t got a suggestion — I never have been one for naming my spanking toys — but you loyal readers are a creative lot, so why not go help Katy out?