Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Thanks to Gary Switch for sending along a link to The Spencer Spanking Plan, that notorious 1930s progressive document for the scientific adjustment of marital difficulties. Of course I can’t approve of it wholeheartedly, as it lines husbands up for their fair share of domestic discipline. (I’m all about the delicious double standard that spares my pristine buttocks and reddens hers.) Still, for all that The Plan is a kinky blueprint masquerading as scientific sociology, it honestly pegs several of the benefits that one still hears domestic discipline aficionados describing today:

Just what is a modern spanking or whipping?

It is a product of today — an act of discipline given under carefully defined and controlled conditions. Brutality is entirely foreign to the idea. Revenge, oppression, force, and violence are all frowned upon and do not enter into the Plan in any way. The idea of a modern spanking is to administer punishment when it is needed — then make up and forget the whole incident.

In this way, every disagreement is effectively closed before it has time to ferment into serious discord — to grow into hatred or an indifference which even a great crisis may not be able to heal. The couple that has every difference out when it arises is not likely to build up an antagonism that can be settled only in the divorce courts.

Also, should modern spankings and whippings be administered, they tend to improve dispositions, increase domestic happiness, create a much more desirable spirit of unselfishness, and eliminate much other unpleasantness.

See Also:

• Origin Of The Spencer Spanking Plan?

If you have foolishly been failing to stop by The Collar Purple on a daily and religious basis, you will have missed the fact that Invidia has been doing a lot of excellent spanking art lately. And The Boss has been compiling quite a collection of his nifty 55-word spanking nanofiction stories. Here’s an example of Invidia’s latest art (look for the 11.09.03 entry):

Yummy stuff, I tell you.

From the way this old Bob Bishop illustration is posed, it’s a little hard to say what this poor girl has in store for her. Obviously the cane – but is he going for the helpless soles of her feet, or the more traditional (not to mention well-displayed) target?

I’m guessing this is the full meal deal slavegirl fantasy: bastinado in a tropical dungeon, followed by much limping about and eagerness-to-please.

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the artwork.

See Also:

• Caning Her Toes, Caning Her Tender Bits
• Bastinado Artwork

Here’s an excerpt from a fun little spanking story that’s also got some stern lecturing in it, for those of you who enjoy that sort of thing:

The Duke spanked her with his hand until she was sobbing aloud, and then seized a leather strap, both wider and thicker than his belt. Its blazing kiss across her reddened buttocks made her sing her agony loudly into the covers of the bed, grateful to be able to muffle her cries somewhat.

The strap fell again and again on her defenseless bottom, its impact loud in her ears, the pain of each stroke like a burning brand to her flesh. The Duke strapped her long and very soundly, while she sobbed and cried and screamed and wailed in despair. She was breathless with sobbing, disbelieving how much her bottom hurt, her thighs quivering with strain.

And then he punished her thighs too! She shrieked at this horrible new sensation, begging desperately in her mind for it to stop. But she did not beg aloud. She had asked for this with her own words, and she would not ask for its ending. She held her position over the foot of the bed valiantly, though her body trembles and she could not help the way her hips wriggled as if to ward off the blows, and her feet stamped the floor a little as though to try to shake of the burning pain.

The strap paused in its ministrations until the Duke spread her legs a bit further, and then Felicity let out a bloodcurdling shriek as she felt its stinging kiss on her sex. The strap smacked the pouting lips of her vagina over and over, not as hard as it had struck her buttocks and thighs,but hard enough so that it stung terribly, and she longed to close her legs.

From the story Felicity by Heather.

Here’s another one of those spanking publicity photos from the old movies. The actress is Rita Moreno, from the 1956 Paramount film “The Vagabond King.”

How come nobody makes movies like this these days?

I’m starting to think this spanking blog idea of mine doesn’t suck. The more new ones spring up, the better I like it. A big welcome please to No Longer Mine. Danevah has some hot spanking experiences to share:

“Now all you have to do,” He growled, almost gently, “is maintain form. Be a good girl.”

I like — no, I am more comfortable with — slow, gradual warm-ups. Jack likes to keep my off balance and deep in subspace by starting hard and fast, bringing me to the verge of tears then slowing, taking his time once I’m already sore and ready to beg. He brought the crop down again and again across my ass and thighs, making me yelp and buck. He had covered my ass with red triangular welts by the time tears welled up and I choked out a ‘please.’

He paused, rubbed his hands gently over my sore flesh, kissed my back. He told me to crawl forward on the bed, so I was kneeling on all fours. He brought down the crop again, this time with stroked still sharp but a little less forceful, and little more sensual, paying particular attention to my inner thighs and the most sensitive spot on my bottom, the crease where I sit. I was sobbing, tears dripping into my hair, but also getting more wet than I thought possible.

Here’s a parody of a cartoon strip that was never this interesting: