Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Ash from Waiting For The Pain [link died and was removed] says she needs a spanking. I’m sure her BD will oblige her:

I think I need a good spanking. BD always gives really good spankings, putting me over his knee.

He warms me up slowly, moving his hand all over my ass and legs, putting a warm pink glow all over. He will increase the speed and intensity, bringing me close to not being able to stand it, but then backs off, letting me catch my breath. He’ll then begin again, smacking my bare ass, making me moan with the mingling of pain and pleasure.

He usually grabs my hair with one hand, holding my head steady, while spanking me with the other. He’ll also stick a couple fingers in my cunt to see how wet I am getting.

When he’s close to finished, he will tell me to choose a number between 1 and 20. I then get the difference between that my number and his number in final strokes.

After we are finished, I often kneel and kiss his feet, thanking him for my spanking, before proceeding to show him my full appreciation with my mouth and tongue. It such a nice feeling to have a hot red ass resting back on my heels while sucking his cock.

Whose bottom is it? Go see. Yummy!

I’m not sure what functionality all this fancy furniture brings to the caning enterprise, but it does put her in a most fetching posture:

Still, doesn’t it seem that her temptation to flail those legs about would be pretty strong?

I was accused of arrogance yesterday. A case, I’m thinking, of the pot calling the kettle black.

My mind boggles at the hubris it must require to post something to the internet and then expect to control inbound links. It’s as if a pretty girl stood naked in the middle of a public street and then demanded that no one look at her nudity without first obtaining her permission.

Such a girl should understand: she gave her permission when she took off her clothes.

Imagine you were standing in the appreciative crowd, and the pretty girl singled you out. Imagine she pointed and said: “You! I don’t like you! You’re rather tasteless, and I must request that you cover your eyes at once lest your viewing demean my artfully nude performance! Your crude gaze defiles the beauty I so freely share with all these others!”

Would you comply? Or would your jaw drop in amazement that anyone could seriously think it was a reasonable request?

Color me amazed.

Since marrying her master just before Christmas (congratulations!), blonde has been getting even more eager to please than ever. She writes:

When he threw the pillow on the cold tile for me to kneel on, i knew immediately what he wanted, and it wasn’t a morning chat. After i knelt, He pulled me to him to kiss my face and no sooner than his lips grazed my cheek was i immediately at my task, head bent between his legs.

It seems she got a harsh caning as part of her master’s scheme to make her a more attentive slave:

Needless to say, my pleasing behavior this morning was definitely motivated by meeting the bruising whoosh of a cane. i prefer the erotic tappity tap of the cane so therefore, i’m in good girl mode, possibly forever.

Oh, and I almost forgot the best part! She posted an absolutely lovely picture of the “reward” she got on Christmas morning:

If this is the result of “erotic tappity tap”, no wonder the caning she describes as harsh has put her in permanent good girl mode!

Mike and Michelle are blogging again after a long semi-holiday. And spanking again, too:

Chelle ended up with my hand in her hair, pulling her over to the computer desk, bent over, pants down round her ankles. My hand stayed there while I brought the other down on her exposed backside, slowly, and hard, over and over.

We didn’t keep count – it wasn’t about a set – it was about me extracting what I wanted. So I kept spanking her untill her ass was bright red. She was quirming quite a bit by then. I laid my hand between her legs,, and gave her permission to rub her wet cunt against it. She did, leaving me with a slick palm. That earned her a few unexpected slaps ‘tween her legs.

After that, they moved on to the bondage and the clover clamps. Yummy fun.

From artist Trevor Brown comes this delectable hobby horse, who has been rode hard and not yet put away: