C did get a bit snippy earlier on this evening (probably due to “Oh god, it’s Monday tomorrow, back to work” feelings) and I had to put her over my knee and use give her six with the tawse on her to sort that one out. She cooked us a nice pasta for dinner (fusili in a cream and mushroom sauce followed by lemon-curd icecream) and she sat on her cushion at my feet while we ate, then laid her head contentedly on my lap while we watched a little TV. Right now, I just feel like I must be the happiest and luckiest man in the world.
Gentlemen, is it not an awesome feeling when the woman who loves you (and already treats you like a prince) becomes even sweeter and more loving after a good spanking?
The lovely and talented Invidia has been busy working on her spanking art, and today she kindly sent along an unlooked-for upgrade to the spanking art that hides under the right link bar. (Scroll down to see the whole thing unobscured.)
Mike in London collects phone box spanking art on his Mike’s Spanking Booth website. Huh? Mike explains:
Until recently, sex workers in London used to advertise their services by placing postcard sized advertisements in phone booths. Some of these were well designed and have become erotica in their own right. Below are some examples.
As I was cleaning up some files I came across a couple of magazine covers from Hustler’s Taboo magazine:
Remember paper porn mags? They are still out there — or, at least, the ones that haven’t gone bankrupt are. Most of them can’t hold a candle to internet porn, but Taboo is something special. It’s a bondage, spanking, and fetish (some rubber, some latex, some watersports, some smoking, you get the idea) magazine published by the Hustler empire, with all the cutting edge flirting-with-obscenity-law Larry Flynt rawness that goes along with that. (For instance, it’s the only place I’ve ever seen printed porn that shows sex in handcuffs, bondage blowjobs, and the like.) Famous bondage guy Earnest Greene is the editor, and it shows. It’s a stunningly high-quality production for an outfit like Hustler, and just about the only porn magazine that hasn’t ever disappointed me.
We spankos are not left out. As the covers indicate, no issue of Taboo is without some whipping, riding crops, or some hand spanking. The pictorials are rarely pure spanking fetish stuff; the spanking is usually combined with sex or bondage or both. Lots of times, it’s understated; a few hand prints showing on a bottom below a latex mini-skirt, or a few welts in a bondage sex pictorial. But there’s plenty of good spanking entertainment, with a visual style I haven’t seen on any internet porn site:
Why am I telling you all this? Because now the Hustler’s Taboo website, which is part of the Hustler Network, offers Digital Access to a large library of back issues of the magazine. There are different pricing plans but at least one of them has a monthly cost that’s cheaper than the cover price of a single magazine!
Last night, I decided it was time to start gradually working the daily spanking back into the routine. I used a plastic shoe spoon. Something that would have some sting and very little thud, so as not to jostle her body. It left some nice red lines on her. She was in a mellow mindset as we cuddled and eventually fell asleep for the night.
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.
