Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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:

From the December 10 update at Hogtied comes this assertion that Trinity (the only dominant woman on my blogroll, that I know of) might not approve of:

There is nothing sexier than listening to a Dominatrix beg and plead to be let loose from the tight bondage, as she promises you anything you want. No greater turn on than to hear her sounds of pain as the flogger finds her pussy. No greater pleasure than to hear her grunt out a forced orgasm, and beg for you to stop, as you vibrate her pussy beyond her ability to keep control. This is the good life.

A picture of the good life, including some interesting face bondage:

The Boss finally finished delivering all of Invidia’s presents. (1.5.04 entry). Not without some entertaining wheedling from her; I especially liked “But it’s a blog, sweetie. We don’t really have to do it. The folks online will never know. We could just fake the whole thing.” (1.4.04 entry).

Of course, it’s never enough for our beloved Invidia. On day 11, after 66 holiday spanks, she got in trouble and got another 66 with the riding crop. Something about “silent animosity” – never a good thing to offer the man with a closet full of spanking toys!

All in all, the project sounds to me like it has the makings of a long-running holiday tradition.

Word comes from Debra:

I’ll be hosting a blogging/journaling gathering at next weekend’s Fetish Fair Fleamarket in Boston, and it might well be the first community gathering for of its kind. Sure, there’ve been meetups for bloggers and conferences for journalers, but I don’t think there’s been a gathering specifically for us leather/BDSM folks. If you’re planning on being at the flea, please stop by.

I can’t make it to Boston, but it sounds like big fun!