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Here’s a website that’s all about the nettles spankings. The English is a little bit entertaining, but there’s plenty of good information and photographs:
One can choose to caress the buttocks of the punished simply by walking stinging nettles on the skin from top to bottom, that is by putting at first the extremity of stalks and by making them slide on buttocks up to their base… That does not generally make laugh the owner of behind so caressed!
Here’s a brief excerpt from a longer and very lubricious story from Almost Bare To The Masses. The story is called “Teacher’s Pet” and it features a very horny 18-year-old schoolgirl whose day goes pretty much like this from the time her alarm goes off:
She bent over his lap, feeling like a little girl. She lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of panties.
“No underwear…I’m not surprised, from a nasty little schoolgirl whore like you.” Without another word, he picked up the paddle and began to spank her round, firm bottom.
“Oh…oh…ow…oh, it hurts!” she cried. Ignoring her protests, the principal kept spanking her. Despite herself, the spanking was making her even more horny…she felt so naughty…her juices began to run down her thighs. The principal noticed, and began to spank her harder. He stopped for a moment.
“Is that enough, Allison? Are you ready to go back to class?” Just as she began to stand, he touched a finger to her slippery fuck hole, and her knees collapsed. “Or do you want some more?”
Amber at DDWife asked for a spanking on Valentines Day. She had a good reason to ask. She got what she asked for, too. And although it’s a cliche, Monty Python fans will want to repeat after me: “After the spanking….”
Now we know what those satyrs really got up to:
But why in the name of Bacchus His Own Drunken Self is a sex-crazed minion of the god of wine and revelry spanking this babe without pulling down her bloomers first?
A tale from across the pond in the Sunday Mirror:
WENDY WHIPLASH STOLE MY HUSBAND
A DOMINATRIX lapdancer weighing 19stone was sacked after getting kinky with her boss’s husband.
Joanne Leah, 32, who spanked men for a living under the stage name Wendy Whiplash, was part of the Pink Pussycats lapdancing troupe. She had a five-month affair with Ricky Hughes – the husband of the group’s manager Deborah Flanagan.
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“Joanne would entertain the crowds during the breaks by getting blokes on the stage, spraying shaving foam on their bum and whipping them.
“Then blokes could go up to a private room with her for a private dance and spanking session.
Shaving foam? Why not whipped cream? Bah, apparently dominatrices don’t go in for visual puns.
You would think that adult webmasters would have better things to do than sit around spanking their models, wouldn’t you?
No, wait a minute. Why would you think that?
What a horrifying punishment: this teen girl pulled a deeply foolish stunt to impress her boyfriend, and wound up getting strapped while he watched. At least he was duly impressed:
Wack! The strap smacked my daughter’s pert bottom soundly, and she yelped and jumped convincingly, but I seriously doubt she felt much through her thick jeans. “O-One,” she breathed, and I gave her another. By the time I’d gotten to five her voice had a slightly different tone to it, a little protest, perhaps, and I knew I was finally getting through her jeans. By eight she was crying, and she let out a cry at nine. After ten she began to sob, most likely with relief, and I turned to Tom.
“Okay, Tom, you may go home.” He nodded and started to leave. “Don’t forget to ask your pa for that whuppin’!” I called after him and I saw Jenna wince. I approached her and smiled.
“That was a good performance, dear. You really make it seem like it hurt.”
“B-B-But it *did* hurt, Daddy.” she moaned.
“Psshaw!” I spat. “We haven’t even started yet. I doubt you could feel a branding iron through those thick jeans of yours, let alone my feeble strap. Now drop your pants like a good girl and bare that bottom for a proper lickin’!”
Crying, the girl did as she was told, and indeed I saw her bottom was barely red. There were one or two red marks, but most of her butt was milky-white skin just waiting for my strap.
“I suppose you understand why we are doing this?”
“Yes, Daddy. I rode the tractor without permission.”
“Exactly. And for a foolish reason, at that. Just to impress a boy! That’s why I whipped you in front of him, Jenna. You think he’s impressed with you now?”
She began to really cry again when I said that and I smiled to myself. Actually, Tom was *very* impressed with her, if I wasn’t mistaken about that bulge in his pants. Nothing turns a guy on like the thought of a beautiful, innocent girl behaving naughtily and getting her bottom spanked for it.
From “The Tractor” by the Flogmaster.