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There were quite a few posts here some months back about the hard-to-find carpet beater. So I thought folks would be amused by this Girls Boarding School photo showing a carpet beater being used to administer a very sound spanking:
Hmmm, maybe I should get Bethie one of these.
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Pictures from her Master’s visit:
The presentation of the bottom and the impressive collection of canes.
The presentation of the impressive collection of cane marks.
Those two do have some fun.
It hasn’t been all spankings around here lately; in order to play properly, some rope was required. This rope was scratchy but fun, and the rope harness makes a great frame for her lovely breasts. She wasn’t so sure about some of the others, but she fully agrees that this picture is too nice to keep to ourselves:
There’s an even prettier closeup with six small clothespins, that I’ll post another day….
Sarah at Submissive Reflections recounts this anecdote about a woman she knows who withholds sex if she’s not happy with her husband. Not an uncommon tale, but rare to hear a reliable account of it being so explicitly admitted:
She told me she doesn’t give her partner sex unless he has done something for her. No blow job unless he has vacuumed, no intercourse unless he has washed up, no kissing unless he has put away all his clothes. She said it took her a couple of years to get him to understand that she has to be happy before he gets what he wants, but it was worth it. By this stage I was feeling rather ill.
I can’t ever imagine a situation where bribery and blackmail are good for a relationship. I don’t please Mac because of something He has done. I please Mac because I want too.
I mean, lets just imagine for it for a moment:
Mac’s hands tangle in my hair as He forces me down to my knees. My fingers reach automatically for His pants, undoing them and freeing His already stiffening cock. I kiss it gently then look up at Him with lust in my eyes and whisper huskily ‘Darling, did You take out the garbage?’
He freezes mid moan, with a sudden realisation in His eyes. ‘Damn baby, I forgot.’
‘Oh.’ I say, standing up and dusting off my knees. ‘Well, I guess if you don’t have time to take out the garbage…’
Is anyone else seeing a girl aching for an argument?
Well, actually, no. What I am seeing is a girl aching for about forty stout strokes from The Strap. Possibly followed (if I were in a grumpy mood, and odds are I would be, considering) by an uncomfortable night spent hogtied naked in the middle of the living room carpet.
But that’s just me.
As my loyal readers know, this blog is about adult women getting spanked – I don’t dabble much in ageplay or discussion of the spanking of children (although older teens and “schoolgirls” past the age of puberty are fair game). However, I will bend the rule a bit in drawings and illustrations, since these involve no actual children. For instance, this Japanese schoolgirl spanking scene:
Much earlier this month I learned of a male-sub women-spanking-men blog called Over Her Knee. Somehow I lost the link for awhile, but it’s a stylish enterprise well worth your time if you think male bottoms need to be reddened from time to time.
(Me, I’m a chauvinist; my tender buttocks are not fair game and I’ve been known to chastise Bethie for suggesting I test my spanking toys on myself. Why endure needless pain when I can test them so much more easily and satisfactorily on her?)
Once a week or so I get a nice letter complimenting me on the blogging I do here. It always makes my day. So I suppose it’s inevitable that I will sometimes also get hate mail. Fortunately, such nasty letters are vanishingly rare, and they are usually also so illiterate and incomprehensible as to be hilarious. Case in point:
From: “Jim” {jottley@cogeco.ca}
To: spankboss@spankingblog.com
Sent: Thursday, January 22/2004 2:30 AM
Subject: is your hand more sore from…is your hand more sore from jacking off, or pounding that link key LOL
it’s hilarious that you have almost 500 in hits, and under 100 outs ROFLtalk about faking statistics, but as long as you’re happy thinking you’re number one in your own head that’s fine…
keep on jackin off
I have no idea what the author is babbling about, but he’s obviously handicapped by missing the class on periods in third grade. Jim Ottley, thanks for a good laugh!