Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

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“.

Here’s a piece of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” fanfic that includes, among other things, some explicit and not entirely consensual f/f oral sex, and a very hot spanking. It seems that “Willow’s Been Naughty“:

Tears fell unheeded from her eyes as she whimpered and moaned at the unfamiliar pain, twisting and kicking her legs and trying to free her hands, anything to escape. It hurt so much and he didn’t seem to be planning to stop anytime soon. Each blow seemed to fall in a new place, sending new waves of pain rocketing through her.

But, suddenly, a thought popped into her head. Her lover was spanking her. Touching her naked bottom, hitting her naked bottom. She realized that her wetness was soaking into his leg. She could feel his cock hard and pulsing against her lower stomach. The heat from her burning bottom spread like wildfire. At the next crack of his hand, she thrust her pussy against his leg, moaning in agonized pleasure.

Spike smiled at that sound. That wasn’t all pain. Shifting her slightly, he spread her legs and brought his hand down low, slapping hard across her thighs, catching the very edge of her wet pussy. Willow yelped, trembling, gasping for breath. He hit her there again and she danced on his lap, her bright red bottom shaking in pain and pleasure.

Invidia has bested me in a game of web searching, by finding a site that sells the much sought after carpet beaters. However, the ones she found appear to be made of willow rather than the traditional cane. Still, worth a look!

Here’s a picture of a spanking with The Boss’s favorite thing, a bath brush. Clearly he’s a man who judges the worth of his toys by the reaction they get!

P.S. I have it on the best authority that he fudged that poll. For shame! Also, snicker.

Here’s a page with a number of shorter spanking stories and vignettes supposedly contributed by readers. I like the buildup in this one:

Her head lowered as she now got ready to leave the restaurant. “Before you stand up, take your panties off, now.” She started to object but realized it would only make things worse. So she looked around and slipped her hand inside her black skirt and removed them as quickly as possible, trying not to draw attention. She noticed the older gentlemen eyeing her suspiciously at the table next to theirs. Obviously, he knew what she was doing.

As she began to ball up the black satin thongs and put them into her purse when the command came through stern and clear. “Put them in the middle of the table and leave them there. I want everyone to see why we are leaving our half eaten meal” She gasped, but complied. He walked around and pulled her chair out for her as she stood with cheeks red from shame. He grabbed her wrist and led her to the jeep like a misbehaved child is led out of a store.

…

When they finally walked through the front door of his apartment, he told her to go straight to the bedroom, get his wide black leather belt, undress and kneel down at the foot of the bed. As nervous and worried as she was, she felt that all too familiar tingle in her pussy causing the insides of her thighs to become damp. No matter what her previous punishments were, she knew she always came out with the better end of the deal. So maybe she need not be too worried.