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Baltazar writes about the perils of a wiggly spankee:

When administering a playful and erotic OTK paddling to C’s rear and caressing it between blows of the paddle always ensure that if she wiggles as you are bringing the paddle down you keep your restraining hand well out of the “danger” zone.

Guess which silly sod clipped the end of his left thumb and index figure with the paddle? Yes, that’s right, it was me.

Cue much cursing and sucking of sore fingertips to the accompaniment of C rolling around on the bed in fits of giggles.

I was walking in the woods with Bethie the other day and menacing her with a long and extremely whippy fresh switch. Whilst cutting the air at great speed to attain the maximum evil “whhzzzzzt” noise, the very thin tip executed a 360-degree looping backlash and smote me lightly on the back of my hand. I was not amused, and it’s possible I profaned and/or blasphemed.

Bethie was amused. However, she quickly discovered the drawback to laughing at a man with five and a half feet of fresh spring willow in his hand. She squealed and ran. Then I was amused.

Got a nice email from Baltazar, whose wife and he began a DD relationship a few months back and are blogging about it at the self-deprecatingly-titled blogs Randomness and Burblings. I do enjoy the dual-viewpoint blogging. Here’s Baltazar’s viewpoint on his wife’s most recent caning:

I briefly reminded her that the caning was going to be given, as agreed, because she had reached six on my tally of the number of times she has used improper language since she made the original request. So, after a brief pause, I started to cane her. Now I must have got the attitude and atmosphere spot on, because she stayed still and counted each stroke as they landed, following each count with a clear “thank you”.

Six strokes given, I gave her a reassuring hug and finished off by telling her (in as strict a tone as I could manage) that if I had to repeat the lesson again, then each stroke would be harder and she would be made to stand in the corner afterwards to think on the reason for the caning.

As I’ve mentioned from time to time, one of my goals back when I started Spanking Blog was to see if a sharply focused spanking blog could compete for the number one Google search result for “spanking”. I’m pleased to announce that it only took fifty-seven weeks of daily posts to do the trick. Tonight, for the first time (and possibly the last, as fickle as Google can be) I saw this pretty sight:

Thanks to all my loyal readers for making this blog so much fun to do, and thanks also to everyone who has linked to me. And, of course, to the advertisers and sponsors who help me pay my not-inconsiderable bandwidth bill.

And, now, I think, a finger of single malt is in order.

Here’s an entertaining erotic spanking illustration (via Usenet) showing a frolic at one of those infamous masked balls:

The image is from 1925 and the artist is Eugene Reunier.

See Also:

• Femdom Spanking Art
• FemDom Bondage Whipping

The Boss has a fun new spanking story up over at The Collar Purple. It’s called “The Harem” and it goes something like this:

He shook his head, “I see your first lesson will come sooner than I had anticipated!” In a flash, he had both her wrists held tightly in one hand. Ignoring her ineffectual struggles, he dragged her over to a marble pillar. What she had taken for decorations on either side of the column turned out to be gilded manacles. She was bound to them in a trice, her face pressed against the cool stone.

“Pray that you are not a poor student, dearest Ellen, or you shall be bound to the pillar on many more occasions!”

Patricia tried to remain calm, but couldn’t keep the pleading out of her voice. “P-please! I’m sure this isn’t necessary. My husband will do whatever it takes to free me, Omar.”

“Ah, so you are not so quick to learn after all? On to your education!”

The amateur agent heard something move through the air, a high quiet sound that made her tense in anticipation. A blazing brand of fire ignited her buttocks, causing her to cry out,”Please, no, I cannot take it!”

“You are soft, woman! The youngest of my children can take a dozen like that without a sound.” He swung the cane twice in quick succession causing to yell again though she tried to be silent. She pulled on the manacles but they held her in place for each merciless stroke. Again and again the instrument came down, sending pain shooting through her body.

And of course there’s a yummy illustration by Invidia, although for some reason it’s not on the story page yet. You’ll find it in the 4.18.04 blog entry announcing the story.

Here’s a “serious” BDSM smiley / emoticon (eroticon?) for y’all:

Lisa at Lessons Learned tells us about her session on Ms. Patty:

After the kids left on Sunday night, M. set out to prove to me that he can make Ms. Patty fun if he sets out to do it, maybe. He used my favorite paddle for what felt like forever, at a pace I could handle, until I was flying high. But then he got out the damn fiberglass evil stick, which should be illegal.

C’mon, Lisa, don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel about that stick….