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Danor is such a tease. Somebody really needs to spank her for that. Kam, are you reading this? Good Christ, man, why? You have work to do!

It’s like this. The other day, Danor posted a wish list of expensive goodies under the title “Greedy Little Sub”. She then fell to musing about the fun to be had even with cheap toys:

Our best kinky toys cost less than $20 or were found around the house: $2 Ping-Pong paddle, $1 soft clothesline rope, hairbrush, belt, candles, store brand lube, $6 riding crop, $15 cane, $0.50 wooden spoon, $1 deck of cards, free handcuffs (a promotional for some sorority party on campus here), $11 butt plug.

Innocent that I am, I was reading through that list and stumbled hard over “$1 deck of cards”. I can see how they might be useful for spanking card games, and if you really pushed me I might be able to dream up a kinky process involving precise shuffling near protruding nipples, but still somehow cards don’t strike me as kinky toys the way the other items in the list do. Laugh at my naivety if you must. Obviously I’m having a failure of imagination.

So anyway, I inquired in the comments, but Danor wouldn’t elaborate. She justifies this intellectual stinginess by explaining: “Kam hasn’t actually used the cards for awhile now, and I’ve learned my lesson about posting stories from the past that Kam might just have forgotten about by now.” Hmm. Doesn’t sound like spanking card games is the answer to this mystery.

So, fellow kinksters, I ask you: How does one use a deck of cards as a kinky toy? Ladies and gentlemen, and the rest of you lot, the comments are open!

Happychicklet has trouble saying the word “spanking”. This amuses me, because when Bethie says it to me on the phone, the word often comes out ten decibels quieter and about twice as fast as all the surrounding words. Back to Happychicklet’s explanation:

It is a fact that I can hardly bring myself to say the word ‘spanking’ out loud. It makes my lips feel a bit odd, a bit out of sync, like those old advertisements for Odour Eaters. This isn’t a recent affliction. I haven’t been able to say ‘spanking’ or ‘spanked’ or … this other phrase I’m not yet ready to deal with … without difficulty in as long as I can remember. This is obviously a bit of a hindrance to a submissive. It’s a bit like a bus driver not being able to say ‘fares please.’ Everyone would just rush onto the bus while he was trying to think of a less embarrassing way of asking for what he wanted.

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I couldn’t say ‘spanking’ back then because I was frightened that I would give the game away. My face might turn a guilty colour, and then everyone would know that I was odd. I couldn’t — can’t — even use the word in another context, as in ‘brand spanking new.’

Im quite glad in a way. I’m glad that after all these years something still has the power to affect me that way. I got over the whole sex hurdle by just doing it. My first sexual encounter was memorable for months and months of sweaty anxiety and inaction followed by a burst of furious activity at the end, much like my O- levels and my only fight. But spanking — thinking about it, doing it, expecting it, hoping and dreading in equal measures — well, it’s still like that for me, and long may it go on.

Here’s another one of those Bad Tushy spanking galleries that actually shows a little fun being had. The story is the usual silliness:

Katie is failing her class, and goes to speak with her Professor. She asks the Professor if there is anything she can do to bring up her grade without wasting more of her time. Desperate for a better grade she agrees to the Professors’s Extra Credit Assignment of an Ass Spanking!

But seriously, folks, just look where she has her hand, and imagine where her fingers go every time his hand smacks into her bottom:

Does she look like a desperate student to you? Or more like a squirmy spanko girl with an itch that needs scratching? (Not that the two are incompatible, I suppose….)

The picture is from this gallery found over at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP. The gallery includes a cute video clip, too.

The many loves of Danor:

I love the cane. Its deceptive lightness and simplicity. The swooshing sound just before it lands. Those sharp burning lines of pain laid across a raw and stinging ass. Feeling myself so thoroughly striped.

She also loves the belt, the paddle, the hairbrush, and his hands. I think we get the idea. {snicker} Isn’t enthusiasm a thing of love and joy to behold?

Katy at Captive Heart shared a spanking fantasy the other day:

“Bryan, take her panties down.”

I felt Bryan’s hot breath on me as he peeled my panties down to around my knees. He pulled my leg closer to him, and I realized he was surreptitiously rubbing his hard cock against my calf. A whimper escaped me.

“Count the strokes, Miss Drake,” Teacher ordered. Then the first stroke of the thick wooden ruler fell on my left buttock.

“One, Sir,” I gasped.

“You are a very naughty girl, and you need to be punished,” Teacher said, then swung again.

Thanks, Katy!

Everything you ever wanted to know about tormenting your loved one with stinging nettles, but were afraid to ask:

“Sado-Botany: A Nettle FAQ”

Thanks to Urtication: Sex & Nettles for the link.

Now, hold still and STOP WIGGLING!

Well, I hope we do. At least, now you’ve got a way to leave them.

So, leave a comment already!

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