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Here’s a little woodland Sapphic spanking fun from the good old days:

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Here’s an amusing nautical whimsy to lighten the mood after the recent unpleasantness:

DW is grumpy today. However, unlike most grumpy women, she has a plan for the proper treatment of such:

I have a recurring fantasy of sulking in bed and having my lover come in as he chooses, hold me down, and fuck me hard, leaving his cum dripping out of my ass or pussy. If I start to grumble or talk back, he’d shove his cock or a gag in my mouth, tie me down, and cane my smooth white ass until it was raised in welts and I had something legitimate to complain about. He’d leave me there to sleep, bound, sore, dripping, until he was hard and ready to take me again. None of it would be about my physical pleasure, only his.

A sure way to banish all grumpiness from the household!

It’s a common practice on this blog for me to link to a spanking story elsewhere on the internet with a few words of commentary (usually positive) and a short quote from the story. Credit to the author is always given when the author is known.

This practice respects copyright law (under the doctrine of fair use for the purpose of commentary) so long as the quoted portion is small in proportion to the overall work. More to the point, most authors of non-commercial spanking fiction are delighted by the attention and the traffic. In the rare case where an author is not pleased, I’m always happy to remove the quoted matter upon request, despite my legal right to use such material. Such removal upon request constitutes simple courtesy to the author.

Unfortunately, courtesy is in short supply these days. My good mood was considerably dampened by the receipt of a letter regarding a small excerpt from a long and excellent spanking story, referenced on this blog last May. The story author wrote and in the rudest terms accused me of theft, suggested that I should abandon this blog enterprise in favor of writing my own original stories, and intimated that people like me were making her stop writing stories. She also demanded that I remove the story quote.

Of course, that request was immediately complied with.

Update: Originally I had a short quote from the author’s email above. She has now written back demanding that I remove all links to her, mentions of her, and all emails from her from my site. She was also aggrieved, somewhat contradictorily, because I had edited her email by excluding the paragraph that identified her and her story and that included the first part of her complaint about my use of her materials without permission. In any case, I’ve honored her request to the extent of removing the actual text of her email. This discussion, and the original post (with links, but sans quote) will remain. Her desire not to “be associated” with this site doesn’t give her the right not to be mentioned, not after she sends me rude emails.

Let me be completely clear about my linking policy. Links are the blood and sinew of the internet, and breaking them is vandalism. I don’t remove links upon request, especially if the request is rude. If you own something and put it on the public internet, you don’t get to decide who links to you. If you don’t want links, remove your resource, or don’t put it up in the first place.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Mike and Michelle, in addition to knowing the highest and best use for frosting, had some spanking fun again the other day:

This afternoon Mike and I rented the extended version of the Two Towers. Yep, geeks. Whatever. I was baking a cake, so half an hour into the movie I had to go take it out of the oven. Then, of course, once the cake was cooled, I had to go ice it. Mike kept telling me to leave it til the movie was over, but I’m all for instant gratification and I wanted cake, so….

This annoyed my Master. He told me in no uncertain terms (did you hear that audio blog below? Yes, his voice can be very firm) that when the movie was over, I was to be punished. Then we put icing on my nipples and he licked it off.

…

I got up to go take a shower, seeing as we’d had a very sweaty lovemaking session this morning, not to mention my boobs were still a bit sticky from that frosting. As I walked by Mike, he grabbed both my wrists, pushed me down quite roughly across his knees, and spanked. Thoroughly spanked. I struggled against his hands — his left hand was holding both of my wrists behind my back, while his right came down repeatedly on my sore, reddened ass. His fingers dug into my wrists and he told me to “stop now, or you will not get any mercy from me”. I stopped and he picked up a ruler from the table in front of us. I was very vocal in protesting its use, but do you think that stopped him? Of course it didn’t stop him. He actually laughed when I begged him to stop.

It was only when he was satisfied that he let me go, to the shower.

I hate cold showers.

I hate being cold, at all. So you can imagine my dislike of the fact that I had to have the water on nearly freezing to soothe my burning flesh.

I got out of the shower, wet and shivering, my hair dripping freezing-cold water down my back– euuugh. Mike said something facetious to me on the subject of drowned rats, and I snapped back. Yes, I get GRUMPY if I’m cold.

Oh, and in case you were wondering: snapping? Not the best of all ideas when your boyfriend is in a Dom mood. Before the last word had left my lips he was across the room, my towel was ripped from my body, and I was lying, face down, on the bed. He left my wrists untied, unrestrained — his words can be enough to hold me. His words, and my will. He used a wooden spoon this time, and welts rose on my skin. It was all I could do to keep my hands above my head where he ordered me to leave them — but I did it.

Here’s a pastoral spanking scene by artist Helga Bode:

I should have used it as an illustration for this story.

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