Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

I’ve been reading deep in the archives at Lessons Learned, which is the name of Lisa’s journal that I linked to yesterday. Here she talks about the link so many BDSM people don’t talk openly about, between the pain play and the sex:

After a brief stint on my knees, Master told me that I need a serious beating. Not as punishment, but that it keeps my head in the right space. The simple little stuff that’s he being doing to me has been fun, but he says I need to get pushed hard early and often in order to stay feeling subby.

I wish that wasn’t the case. But there is a different dynamic between us surrounding the days when we play that hard. When I know it’s coming, I can’t get it off my mind. And after, I’m a mush puddle for days. I just wish I didn’t need the “during” to feel that way.

I think he likes the whole effect. He likes keeping me on my toes before, and he’ll talk about how hard he’s going to whip me, how he’ll make me scream and cry, what he’ll use to make me scream, how he’ll enjoy it.

And he certainly gets off on the actual deed. It’s never based on a premise of punishment or in anger, but it is intense. He’s gets a firmness of voice and motion as he prepares for the scene. The laying out of the whips is scary all by itself. It’s rare to get much of a build-up, when he’s pushing me to the limits deliberately. When I get to the point of crying and screaming, there are no “breaks”, no chances to calm myself down again. It’s like getting on a roller coaster with no control over the hills and valleys once you’re strapped in.

And after, he always fucks me. He always makes me come over and over. He tells me that’s deliberate. He likes to make the connection in my head between heavy whippings and awesome orgasms. It’s a whole other level of losing control, because after I’ve been treated so harshly, I’m not eager for his touch for a few minutes. I cringe away from him, and he always works us through it, until I’m arching into him and completely uninhibited. Sometimes it’s hard to get me over that hump — I hold onto what little control I have, and fight not to come. I don’t want to give him that last piece, but it never lasts.

These types of scenes are always done in private. I don’t think other people would understand how hard he pushes me, why it’s good for us. My protests are real and loud. I beg and scream and cry for him to stop. He says that makes him even harder.

I know I had something semi-profound to say about that, but I, er, got distracted and forgot what it was.

Ok, I’m getting complaints from people about the harsh pictures and serious BDSM links I’ve been posting lately. I’m a little bit sorry about that, since I want my readers to be happy, but I do try to cover the spectrum. However, it’s clearly time for some balance, so here’s a cute and harmless spanking picture courtesy of Beaten Asses:

An implied spanking from an angry teddy bear with a shoehorn, what could be more mild, pleasant, and safe than that?

Update: OK, maybe this.

See Also:

• Mr. Spanky Bear
• Ancient Teddy Bear Spanking Postcard
• Outdoor Spanking

Trinity has found the rules page for The Spanking Club of New York. And, as she points out, they forbid so much, it’s unclear just what club members are doing that’s supposed to be fun. The “No Erotic Spanking” rule has her particularly puzzled:

Okay, but if I’m not supposed to get wet when I’m hitting the boys… why should I show up? :) And how exactly am I supposed to stop an involuntary reaction, anyway? *grin*

I must say, that seems like a reasonable question to me.

Another reader has found this source of mystery carpet beaters. Size, material, and sturdiness is unknown, but they cost $22 plus shipping and come in blue, green, pink, and yellow. If anybody orders one of these, please send in a review!

Nothing like a good caning to get your blood moving in the morning:

Kinky at Kinky Bits likes her some spankings. Just look:

i got a spanking today.

This is newsworthy, because being spanked is one of my favorite things ever. Stingy delicious pain, and lots of physical contact with Sir. i love his hands on my body, especially when they’re hurting me.

There are more examples scattered through her blog, but you get the idea. Yummy!

Here’s a sordid tale of a waitress who really needs her job, and a grumpy boss who knows it:

He turned and stepped back. He had positioned the chair just next to the entrance to the room, so had plenty of space to swing the dreaded rod. He placed it gently across the centre of her buttocks – lining it up on her – and tapped it gently. She could hardly bear this: she wanted to jump up and run away – but she knew that whatever he did, it couldn’t be worse than the alternatives.

She shut her eyes. She felt a rush of air as Hogan whisked the cane down across her backside.

At first, she felt nothing – the blow numbed her. But then – but then. It felt as if someone was branding her – the pain scorched through her whole body like nothing she had ever felt before. She held onto the chair legs desperately.

Again, he brought the stick down. Another blow – just above the first. And again, a few seconds later, the agony, spreading across her backside and through her.

He paused. Stepped back, then delivered another cracking stroke, below the other two. She gasped with pain. This was unbearable.

“You aren’t counting, girl.”

“Sorry – sorry. That’s three.”

From “Emma’s Punishment“.