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Gary Switch, observing the recent report of my novice caning experiments, very kindly sent along a link to his excellent caning how-to article: “The Rod of Rods“.

I was particularly entertained by the way in which he updated the traditional advice that one practice one’s caning technique by caning a pillow. He recommends using: a teddy bear. Bethie has lots of teddy bears. And the fun thing? I’m not sure she could stand to watch me cane one. I wonder what she’ll offer up as a substitute?

I also liked Gary’s poetic explanation of the point of it all:

Spanking is a thud. Caning is sting and burn, a sharply focused sensation, a compelling excursion into the entertainment potential of your central nervous system. It’s ecstasy for endorphin junkies, heaven for heavy players, paradise for bottoms who’ve learned to process pain into pleasure. Pain is when I stub my toe. Pleasure is when I’m tingling in anticipation of the next stroke. Caning can be severe or sensuous, decadent or decorous, spontaneous or scripted. Incorporating a single implement into your play can add oodles of atmosphere.

Thanks, Gary!

Here’s a rare vintage spanking picture where the spanker actually looks intent on her work and the spankee has the decency to at least try and look concerned by what’s happening back at the tail end:

Thanks to Bondage Blog.

Just found this entertaining-looking new spanking site: Wife Spank. A bit commercial, but has plenty of entertaining free stuff. Plus, they linked me – always a plus.

Found via Spank Directory, which has been growing nicely of late.

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.

See Also:

• The Cane In Schoolgirl Hands
• Balcony Caning
• Prayer Will Not Save You From This Punishment
• Cleaning Heidi's Carpet
• Carpet Beater Spanking

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.