Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Or, at least, that’s what the kinky French call it:

WHAT A GOOD SPANKING WON’T DO
Lavender ice cream only just made up for the bottom-pummelling that is a Cannes spa’s speciality

It was last weekend, as I lay naked and wincing while my bottom was being slapped rather hard by a French therapist, that I began to wonder if I was losing my grip on reality.

It had sounded like such a good idea at the time: not the bottom-slapping, which was a bit of a surprise, but the quick, pre-birthday trip to a new Givenchy spa in Cannes.

I’d been lured there by a friend, Ann, a spa aficionado who claims that the reason French women stay so thin and chic and elegant, despite eating large lunches and three-course dinners most days, is their regular bouts of detoxifying massage therapy.

“That’s why they never have to go to the gym,” she said. “French women don’t sweat, they simply glide about on Chanel high heels, possibly with a small dog in tow, but nothing more onerous than that. Don’t you see?”

And who was I to argue? Croissants, chocolate and no gym: it sounded fab. So off we went to the Hotel Martinez, an Art Deco palace owned by the Taittinger champagne dynasty – where all the stars stay during the Cannes Film Festival.

The food was indeed wonderful – and the spa was, well, where do I begin? The French are far stricter than the English when it comes to health and beauty therapy. Contrary to Ann’s accolades, “no pain, no gain” seems to be the philosophy, combined with a firm emphasis on drainage lymphatique, which sounds like a French plumbing company but is, in fact, their principle tenet of body detoxification/ mortification.

Hence the slapping – not just on the bottom, but around the thighs and stomach; though before the actual smacking commenced, I had to lie on a waterbed, jiggled by jets from beneath (quite nice, actually), followed by the initial lymphatic drainage massage. This was less fierce than the full-blown slapping (more of a sort of pummelling), but vital, according to my Givenchy information brochure, because it “provokes cellular regeneration throughout the body and helps to eliminate toxins, while acting favourably against cellulite, various edemata and the feeling of heaviness in the legs”.

Call me a skeptic, but I think it’s just a fancy excuse to run a kinkster spa. Why not just open up a Russian banya and start flailing away with the birches while you are at it?

I just want to remind everyone that Invidia continues to blog up a storm over at The Collar Purple, and she’s posting a new piece of spanking art almost every day. Here’s the thumbnail of her latest, featuring a genuinely contrite (well, ok, sullen and about to be contrite) schoolgirl stretched over one of those awful metal school desks:

To see the piece in its full sized glory, go visit already! (If you aren’t reading this on July 21/2003, then scroll down for the entry of that date, since there are no permalinks over there as yet. Invidia’s main squeeze and disciplinarian, “The Boss”, is supposedly working on that, but for painfully obvious reasons, she doesn’t nag him. I am laboring under no such constraints.)

Here’s a long tale of a lady who rather foolishly goes to visit a fellow with the intent of being his spanking slave. Predictably she winds up enjoying an implausible sequence of terribly severe spankings, canings, and strappings, intermixed with enemas, butt plugs, and unusual dungeon furniture. One of her master’s favorite toys is a two inch wide rubber monster called the Hyper Strap:

He carefully aimed the strap at the center of her provocatively projecting buns and swung hard. “One!” A river of stinging, burning pain swept across her bottom and seemed to penetrate to her very depths. She shrieked in agony at the intense, searing fire. A faint red stripe the width
of the strap stood out on her buttocks, deepening in color at the point where the end had landed.

He waited for all of thirty seconds between strokes, allowing her to feel the full effect of the dreadful implement. The pain was abating very slowly. “Two!” The Hyper Strap crashed down again, broadening and deepening the hue of the red stripe. She reacted with an even more desperate shriek. Tears came to her eyes and she began to sob. She strained against the bonds, her bottom aching unbearably. The guests smiled.

“Three!” Her sobbing intensified to a continuous intense cry as she struggled and tossed, the red stripe now a deeper hue. “Four!” She was terrified now. The awareness that nothing she could do would make her jutting behind a less attractive target swept over her. She wished she could pass out, but she could not. She had to experience the full impact of the spanking her Master was now deriving such pleasure from giving her. She was crying now as loudly as she could, but the gag muffled the sound. Her Master smiled as He prepared to deliver the final stroke.

“Five!” She could not believe He could hit her even harder, but He did. The broad red stripe now ran from the outside of her left cheek to the outside of her right, lightening only slightly at the curve where the cheeks descended to the rosebud within. The aching, burning, stinging
sensations raged through and across her bottom, the unbearable fire making her feel she was about to burst.

From The Unseen Master by Paul A. [link broken and removed]

See Also:

• Spanked With A Meaty "Thwack!"
• Spanking A Confiscated Twin
• Spanking, With Butt Plug
• Melodramatic About Getting Strapped
• A Turkish Prison Spanking For Librarygirl

Was chatting with a reader last night on ICQ (This is so cool! I have readers!) and she sent me the link to a cute little spanking animation she did. Check it out!

Here’s a rare treat: A punishment story called Sister James, by Cait Coogan, that holds its own as literature. The main story line is a schoolgirl’s unhappy dealings with a cruel Irish nun, but as a vignette of Irish life the story stands on its own. Well worth a read!

Update: There was a brief excerpt from the story here previously, but author Cait Coogan took offense. Unfortunately, Cait lacked the common courtesy to contact me or ask for its removal, and instead complained to my hosting provider. My provider is a decent outfit with cheap gigabytes and great service, but neither they nor I feel like spending the time necessary to wrangle about a few stupid paragraphs, so the excerpt is gone now even though it fell well within the bounds of fair use under US copyright law.

Here’s a vintage German postcard showing a fairly vigorous bondage whipping. Look at the crotch of the doofus in the background, he’s enjoying the show.

Alas, Google translation tools don’t make anything intelligible of the caption. Any cunning linguists out there who can help out?

10/24/03 Update: A reader from Germany writes:

I think this pic is from a comic-strip from the French comic-artist Georges Pichard from about 1970. The pic must have been scanned from a German translation of this comic-book. The text is not a complete sentence, the rest of the sentence must be in the comic-pic before or after this scene. It means more or less “…and it now hit me…”

I took The Fetish Quiz [link broken and removed] I found at Her Desires. It’s a fun quiz with lots of detail. Here’s what it says about me, what do you think?

You prefer only females for sex partners. You tend to be dominant. This will impact the interpretation of your various sexual interests. Possibly left over from your childhood experiences is your interest in spanking. You enjoy slapping others, and the color a submissive’s skin turns. Spanking is not child’s play to you. It holds a deep place in your fantasies. You enjoy using rope, straps, etc., to restrain others during sex play … it’s a thrill for you to see them unable to move and completely helpless. You probably have quite a collection of bondage gear ready to use right now. Creating a sensation on someone else through use of various toys appeals to you. Your interest in sensations can be light or it can get bloody hard — literally. But you enjoy it all the same. The fridge isn’t safe when you’re around. Fruits and veggies — provided they are the proper shape and size — are your tools of sexual fun. Big vats of liquidy food make you quite excited. Your mouth is a sacred area that houses a variety of sensations and desires for you. You enjoy having things in your mouth, and you enjoy teasing your tongue with a variety of different stimulation.

I could quibble about a couple of items (slapping? huh?) but otherwise I think it’s got me dead to rights. Now I want all my blog friends to take the quiz too and post the results. C’mon, I showed you mine, now you show me yours!