Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

No, this has nothing to do with the last post. Here’s a kinky porn shoot featuring clothespins, cute girls, and red spanked bottoms. Enjoy!

So I’m on the phone tonight with the new light of my life and we’re sharing our frustration at how long it’s going to be until we can get together. And you all know that a frustrated brat is trouble looking for a paddle. What’s a man to do, when she’s out of reach?

I don’t know what you would do, but I’m keeping a book. With dates and times and descriptions of her impertinences, each accompanied by a (usually low) number of strokes to be applied for same. (Strokes with what, you may ask? You may. She certainly has. I’m not telling. Women love a little mystery, especially in connection with the fate of their lovely bottoms.)

There will come a day (or days, at the rate she’s going) of reckoning. And she knows it. So when I tell her I’m writing another entry in the book, she wheedles and argues and attempts to bargain, most entertainingly.

Tonight was especially fun.

She’d been playing with a clothespin as we talked, bending the spring in an attempt to reduce its grip, and teasing me by giving little yelps from time to time to express her unhappiness with test applications to various soft parts of herself. I was teasing her right back, about the brevity of these tests. After a bit of this I convinced her to put the clothespin on her nipple while I counted the seconds. She managed fourteen seconds, and almost as many extremely cute whimpers, before she took it off.

So then a little later I said something outrageous and she playfully blew a raspberry into the phone. This is a common impertinence of hers with an established two-stroke penalty. Of which fact I reminded her.

She starts to bargain. I stand firm. Discipline must be kept in the tent, and all that. Finally she goes “Will you not write it down if I put the clothespin on my nipple for a minute?” From her lack of emphasis on the word “minute”, it’s clear she means “a small unit of time” but I run with it. “A whole minute? OK, but if you take it off sooner, it doesn’t count and I write it down.”

There follows a period of cuteness and backtalk, but she’s a brave and honest girl who does what she says she’ll do. During the minute, she made the most entertaining noises, which only got more heartfelt after the minute was up and the clothespin came off and the blood started rushing back.

Funny thing, though – she didn’t blow any more raspberries after that.

From this post over on Taken In Hand, where they talk a lot about dominance and submission in the context of domestic discipline relationships, some sound advice:

First of all, it has to be understood that if I didn’t love her I couldn’t do this. To any man wanting this lifestyle, there are three unbreakable rules. Rule # One, you gotta love her! Full stop. Rule Two, see rule One. Rule # Three, see Rule ## 1 and 2. No exceptions. If you don’t love her and I mean really love her, then do not proceed.

From an amusing article by John Ross entitled “Understanding Women & ‘The Rules’ For Men: or, Think of It Like Driving In England“, this simple rule from the “how to stop screwing up like you’ve been doing” section:

Spank her. Spank her bottom lightly when she does something you don’t like. Spank her harder when she does something good. I discovered this years ago and the worst results I’ve ever gotten were neutral. The best were volcanic. (I don’t do this unless I know at least her first name, but that’s just me–it’s probably not necessary.)

John’s not very politically correct, and it’s possible he’s spent too much time on the Fast Seduction website, but I won’t argue with him about this bit of advice!

When I saw the first thing SxySubSlut posted on her blog my first thought was to wonder amusedly how she typed it with one hand. It starts:

god i am such a horny little tart, not a day goes by without me getting my fingers in my knickers thinking about being bent over, caned hard and fucked rotten…

mmmm i want it RIGHT NOW, yes not a surprise to many of you i am sure that slaves are as demanding as masters in their own way…

and ooh yes i do cop it, believe me, this dirty little slut gets a regular disciplining from her Master

mmmm i love to bend over and take it from him, watch his reaction as he enjoys my suffering i can be such a good compliant slave, willing to be disciplined…

mmm i want it now!!!! i’m really horny!!!

The winner of this week’s link-fu contest is Koonago Factory, an exceedingly strange Japanese website featuring anime-style artwork of adult women (well, as adult as anime women ever are) who have been shrunk down to various small sizes and subjected to a wide variety of indignities. Including spanking:

You know you needed to see that.

It’s been a little while since I posted links to any spanking stories here. But here’s a cute one that I haven’t seen before, about a bratty young wife learning some manners:

“STOPPPPP!!!!” Poor thing. He didn’t stop. SMACK! SMACK! He smacked a perfect oval that went just to the top of her thighs, up over one cheek, down the other cheek to the thigh again. He took his time and made sure he covered the area thoroughly.

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Her bursts of anger were slowing down finally. But I could tell his hand was beginning to hurt. That’s when he spotted it. The wooden hairbrush on the dresser was just out of reach.

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Well her tone changed when that hairbrush smacked her left cheek. But before she could say a word, another SMACK! hit her right cheek. He was working fast now. The hairbrush came down on her hot cheeks again and again. Not till he turned her bottom a dark red and she was begging, pleading and promising to be good, did he finally stop.

From “The Chair” by Jules.