Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Hoo, boy, The Boss knows how to have him some holiday fun:

We are starting a new tradition around here: The 12 spanking days of Christmas. On the first day, I’m going to give Invidia one cane swat. On the second she gets two hand swats and then one cane swat. Etc., etc., all the way up to the very exciting twelfth day. (Invidia can hardly wait. Dare I say she’s aquiver with excitement?) I still haven’t decided on the roster of implements, but I’ll have that down by the 25th, you can be sure!

Sing it with me, people! “On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….” For the math-impaired, The Boss is talking about 12 + 11 + 10 + 9 + 8 + 7 + 6 + 5 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 78 swats of various kinds on the twelfth day of Christmas, delivered of course onto a bottom likely still to remember the previous day’s 66. Assuming he delivers the full suite of Christmas gifts, allowing not his hand to be stayed by pity, etc….

Here’s a very understated slave spanking from Rask – nothing fancy, but all the more believable for that reason:

I pulled the slave’s gown up today and held her down by her hair while I spanked her bare bottom. She has very gradually been pushing me with little transgressions of word or deed. When I got up this morning, coffee was not ready. At dinner, she got lippy. I often overlook these things because she works so hard for me, but I thought it was time to reestablish the proper balance in our relationship. The dog tried to interfere, as usual, but I had determined to call his bluff. It turned out he was unwilling to actually attack me.

Vikki has found some cute panties that say “I’ve been naughty” on the front and “Spank Me” on the back. I so know someone who needs six pairs.

But isn’t it sad they chose to use a model so starved and unhealthy-looking that it’s very hard to see the difference between the front and rear shots above? She has starved her own butt away. Who wants to spank a buttless woman?

(Not to turn this into a rant or make anybody feel bad about their body type, but go click through and look at the full body shots – she actually has a sunken hollow in the side of her “bottom” between the main muscle group and her protruding (ouch!) hip bone. She’s forgotten that sexual attractiveness is inextricably linked with signs and signals of fertility. This woman doesn’t look like she could survive a hard winter, much less feed a baby through one!)

Normally I don’t have much truck with horoscopes, but this week’s horoscopes from The Eye include a promising gem for any of you who happen to be Aries:

As it turns out, this year, Aries, you get some really cool presents. And romance looks especially good for you — a little on the nasty side, too. Someone wants to teach you a lesson and you’re more than willing to be taught. Spanking is involved.

Gary Switch very kindly sent along a fan-fic of sorts: the episode of The Avengers that he always wanted to see. Like this:

Steed slashes horizontally, the cane’s blinding speed increased by a practiced last-moment wrist flick. Its final six inches cut deeply and evenly into the taut, athletic swell of Mrs. Peel’s sacrificial buttocks. The cracking impact rings out in the small chamber. Mrs. Peel’s face slowly contorts in agony. Then with steely control, she cries out in a hoarse, low register, “One, thank you Sir!”

From School Daze by Gary Switch.

Ah, the simple pleasures of a quiet evening at home, a cane, and a blonde who is having trouble learning her lines:

Sir decided to help me learn my rule, the one that says that i must say Sir. Well, i wasn’t learning that rule very well so he decided the only way i wouldn’t be confused is if i said Sir, or Master, with every sentence. i love to be obedient but saying it with every sentence sounds retarded, so i groaned inwardly when he informed me of the new game plan.

From the time he got home last night until we went to bed i lost count of the number of strokes of the cane i received. i think most people threatened with a stroke of the cane would have learned alot sooner than i. At one point, we were discussing how embarassed i was that i was having so much trouble remembering and i didn’t even remember to say Sir with that sentence! i was mortified!

i felt even dumber then dumb and dumber when every time i forgot i had to hand him the cane and i had a stupid grin on my face that i couldn’t get rid of for the life of me. i don’t know what was more embarrassing; the dumb grin that i couldn’t hide everytime i had to hand him the cane or the fact that it seemed impossible that, over and over, i could forget something i was caned for only moments before. One would think that i like being elevated off the floor by the sheer pain of a cane stroke. Not the force mind you, the little hop that i do after impact. Allow me to assure you that i do not like the cane no matter how the grin on my face would speak otherwise. i think it must be that i can’t help grinning when i’m nervous and feeling dopey.

He must have been amused last night because he was much more interested in asking me questions than ever before. He just kept me talking and talking and talking…. Finally, i caught on to the unusual amount of chatter. He was enjoying this!

Of course he was! What’s not to like? Besides, I bet that little hop is hella cute.

Here’s an old gem of an illustration in the Chinese style. Is this a servant girl being punished, or a young bride being encouraged? Or is this just good old-fashioned kink for kink’s sake? We’ll never know.