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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.
Hey everybody, can you believe it? Yet another spanking blog — the very promising “Bottoms Up“. Right now there’s a strapping young lad getting whacked by his hottie teacher at the top of the page….
Here’s a cute superheroine with a really sore looking ass:
I had several positive comments about Star Struck by John Benson, so I went looking for more stories by this author. Turns out he has a whole archive of spanking stories. Here’s a tiny excerpt from another one I rather liked, a love story:
At thirteen she’d got the crop for what they thought of as sexual misconduct, even if at the time it wasn’t. Well now she was going to get the crop for what actually was sexual misconduct, even though her dad didn’t know it. She was naughty, and she was going to get it. She lifted her skirt and pulled underthings out of the way. Knelt down, rump-up in the dirt. At the very first smack of the crop against her thigh she screamed.
Thoughts of eroticizing this fled before the pain. Shame stayed though, and grew with every agonizing stroke. Why was she so naughty? Why was she so naughty that he had to turn her hips and thighs black and blue?
From John Benson’s Behind The Barn.
[The link broke and was removed. Even the Wayback Machine doesn’t have this story. If you’ve got a link, an archive, or a copy, please get in touch.]
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Here’s a nice screen cap of that famous scene from McClintock:
My, what a large mouth she has when she’s protesting….
Here’s a fun quote from an article in an unspecified women’s magazine, as repeated in Issue #9 of a funky little online spanking zine called Spankorama:
“It’s a contradiction in terms” says Ruby Zelwegger, a 20 something lawyer for Seattle USA. “I’m as determined to succeed in life as any woman but there’s a part of me that just likes nothing more than to ask my fiance Brad to spank me so hard until it hurts so bad. If some of the girls in the law firm where I work knew that I like nothing more than to suffer a sore ass they’d think I’d gone crazy. But then again, who’s to say they don’t get exactly the same medicine when they get home after a hard day at work…”
Who is to say, indeed?