Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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.

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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.

See Also:

• Switching The Farmer's Daughter
• Whipped In The Sunshine
• Switched In The Woods Near Berlin
• Lesbian Tree Whipping
• Whipped By The Road

An alert reader sent along the link to this page on Tantra Spanking:

Tantra spanking involves the rhythmic application of assertive slaps or strokes to the bare buttocks in a physical meditative mantra. The buttocks constitute one root of physical being and, not coincidentally, are best suited to Transference and Transformation mantras – the ability to receive, absorb and transform.

Spanking involves the repeated transmission of pain, sting and redness to the buttocks. Strive to overcome limitations of self-reserve by spanking with deliberate firmness. Simply put, the spanker should adopt the mindset of striving to “take it out on” the spankee’s buttocks. Conversely, the spankee willingly embraces the transformed energy by the Pain-Pleasure Response.

Needless to say, it’s possible someone’s tongue was firmly in cheek when they put this together.

Here’s another nurse getting a bright red bottom in the name of “extra training”:

Thanks to IV Sex: Medical Fetish for the picture.

See Also:

• Medical Spanking
• Spanked Nurse
• A Careless Nurse's Slipper Punishment

I described a while back the fun I had with my too-distant inamorata, when she first began to grow concerned about the total of all the bratty impertinences I have been recording in my little book. Given the tally of days and phone calls remaining until we can visit (and begin to clear accounts), she’s right to be apprehensive.

So the day after that last post, she sends me pictures of her playing with her clothespins. Of course I immediately ask if I can post one to illustrate my tale here on the blog. She assured me in horrified tones that none of you would be the least bit interested in the pictures. I laughed at this. Conversation continued.

So, too, did impertinences. She’s particularly fond of saying “Shut up!” when being teased. A painful habit, I’m assuring her. Offenses continued to mount. She began to bargain more vigorously. Specifically, she began to inquire what she would have to do to reduce her recorded total of accumulated offenses.

Well, my loyal and faithful readers, I was standing ready with an idea. Sacrificing my own fun for your benefit, I offered a modest decrement in exchange for photographic publication rights to a single picture. She, predictably, was horrified. Outraged! Scandalized! What kind of girl did I think she was? (Well, perhaps I exaggerate a smidge.) Anyway, it quickly became clear: her real objection was that the modest decrement on offer was too modest. She counter-offered with a much larger number. Too large. My reel began to spin and the line spooled out swiftly.

To make a long story short, after days of entertaining dickering we reached a compromise. Her first and largest recorded offense is now erased, and all my fun forwent, so that I might bring you this lovely picture:

I hope you all appreciate the sacrifices I make for you, my loyal readers. {grin}

Katy from Captive Heart likes the “reasons for whipping” list below, proposing by email that it be modified only slightly for women:

“I would suggest whipping women for all kinds of things: adulterous thoughts, staring at a man’s cock, and taking too long to orgasm!”

(Or maybe, I just like to be whipped….)

Thanks, Katy!

Here’s a goodie for the fellows who like to be on the receiving end. Writes total_girlpower@yahoo.com:

He did something for which he apologised. I
told him that was not good enough and that he should be whipped. His
mistake was agreeing. So off to the woods, and I did it the old-fashioned slave days way.

He was naked tied with his arms and legs
spread out. My best friend came along and doubted I would do and that
I showed no mercy. I used a three-foot quirt on his backside for one hour. When I was finished, he was on his knees whimpering. It was the best
rush I ever had.

Later I made him perform, and he was the
best. After that, he gave me a back rub because I was sore from the
whip workout. He was hard at first when I tied him up. However, I beat him
limp. Talk about power.

All men should be whipped to show who is
boss. The Spartans whipped their men once a year with girlfriends and
wives watching and they were naked. I would suggest whipping men for
all kinds of things: adulterous thoughts; staring at women and girls
wrongly and premature ejaculation.

But this is not that sort of blog. So, in the interests of turnabout (and because total_girlpower isn’t here to be turned about over a knee while she gets her bottom emblazoned with the marks of her own quirt) what’s the equivalent list for women?

“I would suggest whipping women for all kinds of things: ____, ____, ____….”

Help me fill in the blanks. Suggestions?