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Here’s a little girl-on-girl flogging action from “Kathleen’s Whipped Ass.” A cute tattooed alterna-chick wears black iron shackles in a dungeon and gets quite the flogging and paddling from a blonde domina:
Vikki’s eleven part spanking story is finally all posted. And it’s yummy:
He held his fingers loosely, and started a series of quick, light smacks, a little harder than the first ones, covering both cheeks and the very top of her thighs. Gradually, the skin turned a gentle pink.She turned her head to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes wide.
“You … can … go … harder,” she said breathlessly.
His forearm shot down, driving a rigid palm. There was a loud, meaty crack, and an oval patch on her right cheek turned pale, then scarlet. There was a sharp intake of breath from beneath him.
“I know!” he said cheerfully.
Ow.
She heard laughter in his voice, and something darker.
Okay, really, ow.
And yet…
Okay, pain slut she wasn’t, but still, something dark and liquid inside of her was bubbling from the heat of that last stroke. It hurt. But as the pain subsided there was throbbing. Made her want to scream. Beg him to fuck her. Animals in heat.
It also made her wonder if she could take another like that.
She hadn’t finished the thought, really, when he landed another one on the opposite cheek, just as hard. Her body bowed.
Her ass felt stung, hot.
And her pussy had never been wetter.
From “Spanking (A He Said / She Said Story)” by Vikki and Arcturus.
I am honored to present another excellent and very hot spanking story, that you won’t have seen before. It seems Jen has been neglecting her husband, until he finds a way to remind her not to:
Lance began applying the heavy leather tawse randomly across her behind, striking in with hard fast slaps. “You’ve become a little too big for your britches,” he scolded her. “It’s time to remind you who’s the boss here, missy!”
Lance swung the tawse harder, enjoying watching Jen’s jerky reaction to every swat. She moaned and twisted, trying to relieve the sting in her behind. He knew exactly how to apply that supple piece of leather and he had her dancing beneath her restraints in no time. Jen was becoming frantic. Each spank stung and then burned, making her gasp and twist her body up onto her tiptoes. Jen felt her desire becoming stronger as her husband continued her punishment and his lecture.
“You’re going to keep more reasonable hours, you hear me?” he asked, without ever breaking his rhythm. “You’ll behave yourself or find yourself back here again. Do you hear me, missy?”
From “Jen’s Reminder” by Bethie.
OK, so this is not a spanking picture per se, but stay with me here. The excellent wooden leg-spreading ankle stocks shown in this picture (which currently grace the well-stocked dungeons of the deliciously pervy folks who run the Hogtied bondage pay site) would be a fine toy for any spankos.
See that iron ring on the front of the block? Just untie her hands from overhead and tie them close to that ring – she’ll perforce stick her lovely bottom out at you until you tire of spanking it. Which isn’t going to happen in this fiscal year….
There are a bunch of personal BDSM weblogs from the UK at this link which are often worth a visit. Listen to Melody talk about her erotic caning:
He then moved onto the cane, after caning my thighs and bottom he then slid the end of the cane inside me, just enough to tease my clit to take me almost to orgasm – then the caning would begin again. This went on for what seemed like forever. The torture of the pain and pleasure was fantastic. My body felt like it was going to explode. Then when Master caned me just further than I thought I could take, he took me from behind. He still didn’t let me orgasm.
After lots of kissing and cuddling he brought me down, we held each other close until I moved to take his cock in my mouth, I love the feeling of it grow with every lick and suck. Soon the shagging began. Then suddenly Master ordered me onto my knees for two more strokes, I was stunned and definitely not in the mood anymore. On my knees, head in pillows my bottom tender, red and exposed ready for my Master I lay. The first stroke was hard cruel and the most painful I’ve ever experienced. I had to wait for the next motionless, tears welling up in my eyes. After a while he put the cane down, satisfied with my unquestioning submission, let me off the second stroke, turned me over and made love to me more intensely than he ever had before, for the first time ever we came together.
The things you miss when you go on vacation.
This story starts way back in August. I was chatting online with a friend about the fun you can have in hardware stores, and how easy it is for kinky people to get distracted. By way of example, I told a little story about how I had been walking through the plumbing supply aisle and gotten entirely distracted by a display of toilet plungers and their (detached for shipping and display) handles. “You know,” I said, “the ones with the long clear plastic handle with the little bloops on the end, that looks just like an expensive lucite dildo.” My story, as it happen, involved me hefting the (heavy) handle and thinking about whether it would serve as a spanking stick, or would be too heavy – but that’s not important now.
For imagine my delight in discovering that Katy at Captive Heart is putting one of these handles (which her master delicately calls “an item”) to good use! Obviously I’m not the only one to spot this item’s potential.
I am trying a new thing for the convenience of my readers. From time to time I’m going to post a gallery of the pictures and artwork that have appeared here on Spanking Blog. Here’s the first one: Spanking Illustrations.
I hope this will let new readers quickly find some of the nicer images that have been posted here. And if it draws a few more readers into the archives, so much the better!