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Today’s image to make you go “Hmm” is another one of those freaky Koonago spanking pictures:

Don’t ask me to explain.

“…is not strain’d; it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.” No, wait, that was a different story. Reindexing….

Oh yes. Danor the freelance brat. Got caned, no surprise there. Enjoyed it, which is interesting. Described it beautifully, which is why I am mentioning it:

The harshness of the strokes varied, but never hugely from one to the next, and I discovered that there’s something about that particular quailty of pain that really zones me out. I was completely relaxed, completely at peace… it was better than a massage. I think I could have fallen asleep if I’d let myself go completely. I made soft noises to let Kam know I was still there, but I was breathing deeply and regularly, my mind completely blank of anything but the music, the rhythmic burning strokes, and Kam somewhere behind me, calm and in control.

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I’m not sure why the cane has such a different effect on me than other implements. It might have something to do with noise– I HATE loud noises, and the paddle, the belt, the hairbrush and the hand, when used hard enough to be effective, all make loud smacking noises that startle me every time so that I can’t relax (not that this is a bad thing, in most scenes). It might have to do with the quality of the pain; the cane has that blend of sting and thud that somehow just works for me, and it occurs in lines which are manageable increments (rather than, say, large ovals). Whatever it is, when Kam and I finally get to live together, I might beg for a nightly caning, to cleanse me of the day’s problems and worries, and send me off to dreamland with my bottom nice and toasty warm.

If you have a subbie who is scared of the very idea of the cane, make her read this. Unless, of course, you’re having too much fun with threats and promises….

Here’s a fine old pair of ancient photographs showing the timeless game of a man, a woman, and a whip:

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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.