Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Goodness goodness, there’s been much fun reported over at Post Coitum Animal Triste lately. Irona is happy and well cared for:

You sent me on hands and knees to fetch the hairbrush. And the belt.

You bent me over the sofa back, balancing me on tiptoes, my buttocks and secret parts wide open to you. You had promised me a severe thrashing, but I could tell that your heart wasn’t in it. Your arousal was dominating you. All the grovelling, crawling and sheer mastery was making my head spin and my cunt drip. I craved that beating, and I loved it from start to finish. I winced, yelped and wriggled, but I savoured every blow, each perfect moment. You have never strapped me after a hairbrush spanking before, and the sensation of perfectly aimed, measured strokes of stiff leather striping my reddened, burning and tender butt cheeks (why does a spanked bottom feel so soft and supple?) was divine, the pain exquisite. After fondling my pussy and teasingly fucking me with the hairbrush handle, you rammed your cock into my soaking cunt and we both came – the urgency of our need, your hardness inside me, your flesh against mine, the fire built up by the spanking and accentuated by the stripes from my whipping all contributing to the sensation overload that sent me over the edge and left us both spent and glowing. Powerful. Grounded. Connected.

And that’s only one of her recent spankings. Like I said, well cared for.

A welcome and a big thanks to The Old Russian Woodshed, whose banner is sitting over there in the right bar for the excellent reason that the owner sent me a nice little sum of money. The site advertises some pretty severe punishment spanking videos from Russia, so if you like that sort of thing you’ll by all means want to visit.

So last night Bethie and I were watching a Law & Order: SVU episode in which three utterly vicious little teenaged blonde private school bitches (there’s no nicer way to put this) duct taped an ex-friend of theirs, threw her into the trunk of her own car, carved her up with manicure scissors, and then killed her. Then when the cops came around the girls were, shall we say, snotty to them.

About all I could think during this episode was that it would have been much better television if the entire process (from the girls’ obviously-lacking prior training in deportment onward through the interrogation process and clear through execution of sentence) had been conducted by vigorous application of the cane. In short, the girls didn’t have enough of this going on in their lives, not by a long shot:

Pictures courtesy of Girls Boarding School.

It should come as no surprise that motives in this game are sometimes complicated. Here’s an excerpt from a long entry Sarah wrote about wanting to be caned:

I want to be caned. So much so that it is invading my fantasies and holding my orgasms for ransom when I am on my own.

…

I know what a cane feels like when it hits. I don’t like it. That awful swish, that sharp sting, followed by a numbness that turns into a blinding burn across the ass. I do not like it at all. I have been known to burst into tears and try to escape before his arm was even raised and yet right now, I want it.

I sometimes wonder how I can crave these things that I despise so much. But I know that I want them just so I can cry. I want the comfort of crying. I want the comfort of big strong arms around me and a rough Welsh voice telling me to hush. I want to hurt so that He can take the pain away….

Sarah, thanks for clearing that up!

Katy’s master is feeling generous again. He captions a pretty picture thusly:

This is katy’s lovely butt after I spanked her. I don’t remember the exact occasion but, judging by the preponderance of marks on her right side, I’m guessing I was standing to her left.

Now we see why she loves him so!

Here’s an awesome hardcore vintage picture from Bondage Blog. These two guys have their lady tied up for a birching, and they clearly plan to enjoy themselves during and after:

Fun fun fun.

So this morning Bethie was in the bathroom after her shower with a big towel wrapped about half-way around herself while smearing moisturizing goo on her skin. The bathroom was full of steam and her skin was all soft and damp and hot. I had to step in for a hug and a feel.

So as I’m squeezing her, I notice one of her her bath brushes hanging on the wall. It’s very decorative…but also quite heavy with a round head and a long handle. Of course I had to test it.

“Whap!” “Whap!” One smack on each moist bottom cheek, and a satisfying “Ow! Ow!” from Bethie. Instantly an impressively large red round brush-shaped mark sprang up at each impact spot. That was so pretty I had to do two more. “Ow! Ow!”

The marks faded fast, but they were livid and oh-so-pretty for a few minutes. Even Bethie had to admit they were aesthetically pleasing. Of course, I don’t think she wanted to argue with me while the bath brush was in reach….