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This spanking story is really about its male narrator, a conceited prick who, I am sure you will agree, badly needs a spanking of his own even if you normally aren’t into guys getting spanked. The scene excerpted below involves two college girls who mix it up early in the story, but if you keep reading, the guy does indeed get the spanking he so richly deserves, from a righteously provoked cop.

Bethany screamed, sobbed, and kicked her legs up and down. She repeatedly continued to apologize and beg the black girl to stop. But nothing was stopping this spanking. This was a punishment! The black girl, without saying another word, concentrated on the spanking — maintaining her punishing stamina without interruption or letup. The only time she stopped was to pull the girl’s panties down even further — from mid-thigh to the hollow of her knees — allowing me to see her anus and vulva even easier. The black girl then immediately resumed the painful spanking as Bethany bawled and promised to be good. She actually used the words, “I’ll be good!”

“How humiliating”, I thought as I enjoyed the show. Bethany’s lovely behind was now as red a fire engine.

The girl then changed her tactic. She spanked even hard and slapped the same areas over and over — as much as ten to twelve times — before moving on to another part of Bethany’s set ablaze buttocks. Bethany was now sobbing gulping sobs. Tears were streaming down her face and wetting floor in a small little puddle. These were the sobs of a well punished young woman, being spanked by another young woman who had no respect for her as an equal. A young woman who considered Bethany, as she sobbed and cried, nothing more than a bratty little girl.

When the black girl let her up, Bethany hollered and sobbed and pain danced in front of the whole cafeteria with her panties at her ankles. She rubbed and rubbed a bottom that was now a dark scarlet. We all could see her buttocks as well as her blonde pubic hairs by the way she was carrying on. But at the moment Bethany didn’t care.

From An Unexpected Reaction by Dr. Dlaniger.

See Also:

• Very Public Schoolroom Spanking
• Humiliating Spanking
• Police Spanking For Protesters
• "And This One Time, at Band Camp..."
• Humiliation & Revenge

Here’s an excerpt from an erotic story in the archives of a blog called Hollow Bones. The story’s pretty rough, but interesting:

She stretched out her neck and rubbed her gag against his mouth. She wiggled her bottom seductively and tried to appear as if she liked what he was doing.

Andrew laughed at the girl. He expected this, of course, and it pleased him that she was so cunning. He reached around to her backside again, and pushed the second, larger ball in. The girl still cried, but she continued her charade. He would soon have her fighting him again. He pushed in yet another ball, and then spanked the girl soundly. That pleased him very much, and he loosened the bonds at her ankles, and lifted her up so he could slide beneath her and lower her across his lap. Now he had much better access to her bottom.

He pushed in yet another ball, leaving four still outside, waiting for their turn to be engulfed by the girl’s straining anus, and began to spank her wildly. Andrew was truly enjoying this one! She was resilient! She continued to wriggle and hump his thighs and present her bottom for more spankings, all the while soaking the pillow with her crying.

Ouch, this has gotta smart:

Don’t watch too long, or you’ll have an epileptic fit.

Here’s a cute little tale of piratical punishment at sea. An excerpt from the buildup:

“Beyond that door,” I said, keeping my voice level, “are thirty-seven men of no redeeming virtue. They have been away from port for seven weeks. Have not seen so much as an inch of womanflesh during that time – excepting one rather unusual cabin boy.” She glared, and I gave her that smile which reveals the gold tooth. “They have no consciences individually, let alone together. But -” I drew the key from my pocket, slotted it into the lock, turned. “I might suggest that your chances against the sharks would more favourable, but that is your choice. It will, at least, be amusing to watch,” I lied.

From “The Schoolgirl and the Pirate” by Pablo.

See Also:

• A Booty For Spanking
• Spanking The Moll
• Spanking In Gangs
• Captured & Whipped By Pirates
• Whipped By Pirates...Again

A while back I got an email asking me if I knew where to buy an old-fashioned carpet beater. Not a used one, or an antique; my correspondent didn’t want anything touching her buns that had previously touched dirty carpet. No, she wants a new one.

I couldn’t help her, but I did find this illustration:

If you know where to buy a new one of these infernal devices, please get in touch.

2012 update: Added a bigger picture size and can say that I now know the artist is Paula Meadows — something I did not know in 2003.

See Also:

• Brutal Carpet Beater Spanking
• Carpet Beater Spanking For The French Maid
• Cleaning Heidi's Carpet
• Big Carpet Beater Spanking
• More Carpet Beater Spanking

Guess whose birthday is coming up? Invidia’s! And there’s a poll: what implement should The Boss use for her birthday spanking? It’s quite a list, and so far “all of the above” is winning by a mile. Go vote!

Tristan Taormino writes in the Village Voice about her birthday spanking:

I just celebrated my birthday, and in addition to thickly frosted cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery, I indulged in another delicious tradition: the birthday spanking. Each one of my guests got the chance to administer a single smack to my rear end in honor of the day I came roaring out of my mother’s womb. Some of my pals giggled and gently swatted, while others were determined to make me scream. I don’t recall that first slap every baby is rumored to receive from the obstetrician, nor do I ever remember Mom doing the honors when I was a bad little girl, yet I still love a good spanking.

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One of the best spankings I ever received involved a vibrator between my legs. With each spank, I pressed against it and caught a good buzz between my legs. My birthday spanking this year was a grab bag affair. While some went for a conservative slap and tickle, a few tried to outdo all the others with their well-wishing whacks (some of my friends are very competitive). And, yes, a rosy handprint lingered the next day to remind me I was one year older—and that I have the best friends!

In between those paragraphs, there’s a fairly detailed article (pitched to a more-or-less vanilla audience) about folks who like spankings.