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I’m delighted to add Lovesongs for Underdogs to the blogroll, now that it’s available without popups and proposed spyware downloads. Danor is a submissive with a mouth on her, one that makes me grin. Just by way of example, she writes about her latest caning:

He let me get a mirror to inspect my bottom; there were a few isolated red stripes, and a few dark purple welts, but mostly just one angry red area across my entire ass. Kam is nothing if not thorough.

He said that he thought if he’d kept on much longer at that intensity, he would have broken the skin, which he doesn’t want to do. Because beating your girlfriend until her ass cheeks resemble two giant eggplants is fine, and there’s nothing wrong with lifting up her clit hood so you can paddle the bare clit with a hairbrush, but breaking the skin is beyond the pale. Or something. ;-)

“Silly man, nobody but you wants to see those pictures.”

Riiight. After the poll, a hundred and sixty six votes later, only six people agree. A paltry four percent!

Sure, another quarter of you turn out to be here solely for the spanking porn. Patience, patience! All things in due time.

But still, that leaves nearly three-quarters of you who do want to see the pictures, which is about as I expected. Thank you all for helping me resolve this argument. As promised:

Beautiful! Vox populi, vox dei….

Men always ask about wife spanking.

Well, that’s what the magazine cover says anyway:

“Should wives be spanked?” I don’t think the answer is in doubt.

2009 update: I found scans of the magazine and made a transcription of the entire article. Big surprise: the author concludes that “a lot of wives would probably be happier if their husbands gave them an occasional spanking.” Ya think?

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• Wife Spanking, Stanton Style
• Wife Spanking In Ann Landers
• Wife Spanking And Regular Sex
• Vintage Wife Spanking
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Somebody dressed as Dr. Cyclops: “Absent a place to tie up and spank the crap out of cute girls, what’s the point of leaving the house?”

Well, OK, you’ll want some context for that. Try Violet Blue, who charges merrily about with sexy friends through the peripheries of the more interesting bits of the kinky sex scene in San Francisco while proclaiming and bemoaning her relative lack of participation:

So no, my threesome didn’t happen, not at the superhero party, nor the next evening when Hornboy and I went hot tubbing with wine and candles and Minx, whose idea it was, declined to call. The superhero party was perhaps the anticlimactic buzzkill of the whole setup — while the last party from this host was fantastic, the open to the public, no playspace party turned into a rager where few were in costume, and there was much “super puke” in the bathrooms. I was relieved to spend time with a couple that I adore, who both work for San Francisco Sex Information. While I was with the fabulously costumed Hornboy as Harvey Birdman, they won my personal prize for high-concept superhero scenario — he was the nefarious Dr. Cyclops, and she was a tough-girl heroine who had to break into his lab to steal a secret formula. Of course, she would get caught and have to be tortured for hours. Sadly, the party setup had their hours’ worth of role-play fun shelved for later, and their nearly 75-lb. bag of S/M gear and sex toys unceremoniously dumped in coat check. As Cyclops put it, “Absent a place to tie up and spank the crap out of cute girls, what’s the point of leaving the house?”

There. Context. Happy now?

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!