Spanking Debbie

I should have known. Yesterday’s vintage spanking picture comes, of course, from the infamous Nu-West “Debbie” series, which consisted of a bunch of movies, a “best of” compilation DVD under catalog number NWV/333, and a few production stills. Dmitri was kind enough to send along a link to a gallery featuring the whole sequence that includes yesterday’s picture, plus another Debbie gallery showing a different spanking scene. Thanks very much, Dmitri!

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Spanking Good Fun

Here’s the sort of thing we all like, stick figures having a spanking good time:

spanking good stick figure sex

Brutal Vintage Spanking Porn

Here’s another one of those brutal spanking porn pics which (from the color tints) looks like it comes from the seventies or before. It’s a bit rough to be erotic, but it certainly is dramatic:

teen daughter punished by brutal mom

Later update: it is, of course, from the classic “Debbie” series at Nu-West.

brutal teen spanking gets her ass blazing red

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SpankoNanoFiction

The Boss at The Collar Purple has been going crazy with SpankoNanoFiction – spanking stories written in exactly 55 words. (You’ll have to scroll around to find it all; for some reason The Boss makes Invidia chisel that site into a new slab of html-stone every day instead of using blogging software, so there are no permalinks.)

If you look closely, you’ll see that he even got me to do one of these nano-stories. It was sorta fun. Bethie (who wrote this story) also sent The Boss a couple of nano-stories. Now it’s infecting yet another spanking blog: Hairbrush Action has got in on the act (although I’m not sure if the rules technically allow for illustrations). Nice job!

Lesbian Flogging

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:

girl-on-girl dungeon flogging

Serial Spanking Story Complete

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.

Who Needs A Marriage Counselor?

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.