Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Yeah, we all know that never seems to happen.

Except that these days, it does, if you know where to look. Which is why I’ve recently started linking to Far East Media. At Far East Media they take spankings a little further (some of their scenes are “spanked to tears” intense) and a lot sexier (a lot of their movies include after-the-spanking sex) than most producers of spanking porn. The girls are pretty:

And the bottoms get red:

And then they have sex, just like a lot of real spankos do.

(The screen capture is from the movie Jesmi: Spanked And Ass-Fucked. The promotional still above that features Gianna, star of Gianna: Spanked.)

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Yesterday morning was pretty close to unbeatable. It went down sorta like this.

I woke up early, and snuggled for a bit with Bethie, who was still sound asleep. Got up, made a pot of coffee, and puttered around on the computer, posting the blog post below and doing this and that.

Doorbell rings. Huh? Ah, postman. What’s this? A box from Eros Boutique, and it clanks and jingles most promisingly. They had sent me an email inquiring whether I wanted some review goodies, and I had allowed as to how my girlfriend wanted a leather paddle.

Rip tear shred rip rustle tear shred. Box open. Sure enough! The Gentle Persuasion Paddle. Thick, supple black leather, smells good, nice fleece on the back side for surprise tactile rewards. Surprisingly large, surprisingly heavy, very promising. Yum. This is going to be fun.

On cue (no Hollywood director could have timed it better!) comes a sleepy voice from the bed:

“What you got there, dear?” (There is a ripple in the water.)

“Oh, nothing, just a box from Eros Boutique.” (I waft the fly gently over the ripple.)

“Bring it here, I want to see too….” (Splash! Fish on!)

So I dutifully repaired to the bed with my box, demanded one of the three pillows she was hogging so I could sit upright in comfort, waited for her to clear the sleep from her eyes, and produced the paddle. I could see in her eyes, she liked the sight of it. Since she was on her side with a hip and part of a buttock conveniently in range, I gave her a few quick light slaps. That produced an immediate faint rosy glow and a pleased smile on her face. I brought the paddle back toward my face to inspect it, when “Hey! Don’t I get to feel the other side, too?” (Remember, this thing has a fleece side.)

Ladies and gentlemen, I can now report that the fleece side of a heavy paddle makes an interesting muffled “thwock” sound when it strikes human flesh.

That earned me a dirty look. So I shook the box. Clank clonk jingle rattle. Sounded like a hardware store in a box. She had to ask, she’s a girl and they are curious like kittens. “What else is in there?”

“What else” turned out to be the Wrist – Ankle Spreader. I was stunned; this is high quality bondage gear of the sort you used to see a lot of in the bondage magazines. No “broomstick painted black with screw-eyes in the ends” here! This thing is telescoping steel tubing of decent weight with a steel hinge on each end that rotates in two dimensions to protect the attached ankles or wrists from getting torqued at funny angles. The hinge attaches to lockable leather cuffs made of thick high quality leather – the sort of cuffs having a lot of narrow slots in the leather, one of which settles over a metal loop through which you can put a padlock (not included). The cuffs are riveted to the curved endplates attached to the hinges, so any sideways pressure against the ends of the spreader is well distributed. Very nice.

So I flopped Bethie onto her front and attached the spreader to her ankles. That spread her legs far enough that I could reach a bit of inner thigh as I played with my new paddle, and it also kept her a little less mobile during her wiggling. After she was nice and red (Q: “How does it feel?” A: “Stingy….” Q: “Do you like it?” A: “Yeah….”) I helped her roll over, which was tricky but possible with care and assistance. Then I lifted the middle of the spreader bar, which gave me a whole new angle on her bottom and inner thighs. She doesn’t like having her thighs spanked so much, but that novel display was too good to pass up, so she was out of luck … although I did rub with the fleece side between swats, which she seemed to appreciate.

So I did that for awhile, and began to regret having left her panties on before attaching the spreader. And she began to cast about for ways to distract me, and hit upon the suggestion that I let her loose so she could cook us breakfast. I wavered (there were forces in play more important than my stomach, if you can believe it) but she claimed hunger, and I relented. I took the spreader bar off, and let her stand up.

But once she was standing up, I pulled down her panties, bent her over the bed, and said “I want to see what this thing will do if I really swing it. This will only take a few minutes.”

With my full arm behind that paddle, the big surface area of leather turns out to make a noise like Thor’s own thunder. It also produces a great deal of wriggling and squealing and “please oh please ouch” noises, which I generally prefer to interpret as requests to continue. (The paddle could stand to be just a smidge stiffer in the handle when used this way, but that’s a very minor quibble.)

So then I stopped and let her straighten up, and she kisses me. And kisses me. And grabs me in a most friendly fashion. (Never let anybody tell you that boxer shorts don’t have certain advantages over briefs.) And pushes me over on the bed. “I thought you were hungry and wanted to make us breakfast?” “Shush, this will only take a few minutes.”

Mmmmmmm. Unluckily for you, this ain’t a sex blog.

And then she did make me French Toast.

I ask you, how could a morning go better than that? I do believe I should put the fine folks at Eros Boutique on my Christmas card list.

Although I’m flattered by the idea that someone thought it would work, the comments here at Spanking Blog are not an appropriate place to post spanking personals. Accordingly, I’ve deleted one that said, in its entirety:

iwant to make relation with one
women who like be spanking

I trust my female readers will not be unduly distressed that I have failed to reproduce the accompanying email address?

My advice to spanking lovelorn guys: there are a startling number of women out there who want to be spanked and say they can’t find a man to do the job. The thing is, most of them aren’t going to want to meet you right away — that’s just too dangerous and freaky. So go and find yourself an online spanking community based around a bulletin board system (Spanking Classics is a good one) and participate on the boards. Be yourself, be fun and funny if you can pull it off, and above all, be honest about who you are. Keep at it (we are talking months, here) and before you know it, women who now know you and like you will start sending you friendly emails and IMs on totally innocuous subjects. What you do then is left as an exercise for the student. Trust me, you’ll be harvested.

I speak from (happy) experience here.

This is in the nature of one of those old hand-tinted postcards, which were made by watercolor painting on black-and-white photographs. However, something about the colors suggests to me that it’s a recent Photoshop “improvement” on an uncolored image. Does anybody have the unaltered image?

Amber has written an interesting essay on the different kinds of spankings in her marriage — disciplinary, authoritative, reassurance, playful, and erotic. But what I liked best was her summation, because it’s a refreshing counterpart to all the blogs and journals and articles out there by people who have found the One True Spanking Answer For Everyone:

Now, there are all kinds of theories regarding the spankings themselves and when it should or should not be used and many people feel very strongly about their own particular theory.

Some people believe that spanking should never be done before sex because we moronic women might start “acting out” like Pavlov’s dogs in order to receive the sex that we really want but are apparently unable to ask for. Other people believe it’s wrong to ever use spanking erotically in any way whatsoever (so help you God). And even more people who believe disciplinary spankings are completely outrageous and spankings should ONLY be used erotically in an official BDSM “scene” and those of us who use spanking as actual discipline in a relationship have completely lost our minds.

Dan and I started out with our own very rigid ideas about spanking too, mostly because we didn’t know much about it and the unknown can be a scary thing. It’s funny to read some of the early entries and how determined we were on keeping erotic apart from discipline and how discipline spankings were only to be used as a last resort. As time has gone on and the discipline spankings have become less awkward, we’ve relaxed about all that.

When it happens, it happens. Does it really matter why if it works for whatever we’re using it for?

No indeed, it does not!

There’s a nice new look at the top of The Collar Purple today. What’s more, Invidia has done a yummy portrait of Blonde rubbing her bottom.

Uh, that last “her” refers to Blonde, not Invidia. Although the other way around makes for an interesting mental image.

Go take a look, and then send Invidia nice emails. She likes her some nice emails!

Here’s a slightly-vintage (or possibly faux-vintage) spanking picture from the “Oh, his hand is made of terrible burning fire, I must scream in the most exquisite agony if he rests it on my buttocks!” school of bogus spanking pictures. Somehow I don’t believe this model ever actually got a spanking worthy of that agonized face:

But it’s still a most fetching tableaux, as I’m sure you will agree.