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The gracious and talented Invidia very kindly emailed me with an original spanking story and some samples of her spanking artwork. It seems that she’s currently without suitable web space for displaying such, although she’s working on solving that problem. I’m delighted to share the fruits of her talents with you all, and I hope you’ll email her and encourage her to get her web site up as soon as possible so that we can see more.

First a sample of her spanking art:

And here’s an excerpt from her spanking story, which is called The Frog Days of Summer:

With that, he brought down the strap suddenly and very unexpectedly on my unprotected bottom.

I shrieked, though I don’t know now whether it was from pain or from shock. I had felt like I was in a daze earlier, but the sudden impact of his belt on my backside had shaken me completely from my stupor.

The second swipe of the belt landed just where the first one had and drew another shriek of pain from me.

He brought the belt down across the middle of my backside several times and I found myself unable to keep my position over the desk with my hands grasping the other side.

Dr. Foxworth paused long enough to reposition me and then continued the onslaught. I wailed and cried piteously but my anguish had no effect on him.

If you click through to read the whole story, you’ll find it illustrated with two more spanking drawings. Thanks very much Invidia!

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Sigh.

This morning I tried to have a little spur-of-the-moment fun with the pleasant-faced dirty-blonde barista, about my age, at the drive-up fancy coffee trailer near my office. When I walk up to the window, her co-worker is already making my mocha. So she’s making small talk. We’re friendly, I’m a reliable tipper, it’s always a pleasant exchange. This morning:

Her: “You get a haircut?”
Me: “Yah, it was time.”
Her: “My man always makes me cut his hair.”

At this point the devil on my shoulder gets into the act. That’s a straight line if I ever heard one. So I give a slight leer and ask really direct and clear, as earnest as I can manage: “Oh really? And how exactly does he do that?”

And I watch real close. I’m looking for any hint of a flush, or a blush, or a change in her smile, anything at all.

Alas no. Negative response, captain. Face flat, voice still bland, eyes still sleepy, she says: “Oh, he just lets it get real messy until I can’t stand it.”

One more try. I say: “Oh, I thought maybe it was something more fun….” As my voice trails off, I’m still looking for a reaction. She gives me any encouragement at all, I’m going to finish with “…you know, riding crop, harness, something like that” and a big grin. Would love to get a blush out of this girl, but only if she’ll play. Unfortunately, she stays flat, starts to chatter about how her man always means to get to the barber, conversation wanders on from there.

Sigh. I love it when a deeply veiled innuendo strikes home, but today wasn’t a day for that.

If she reads this blog, I am sooo busted. But then again, if she reads this blog, I think I would have gotten a reaction.

Here’s an excerpt from a nicely written short story:

“I will be back to deal with you shortly.”

Karen was left to wait for Lord Ryan’s return, fully dressed but positioned as he wanted her. She was bent over the bed, resting on cuffed hands, her long, shapely legs together and her ass high in the air. Her skirt was pulled tight over her bottom and the tops of her black silk stockings were visible.

The wait was excruciating. From her position, Karen knew that she would be receiving a spanking. Just the thought made her heart race. Spankings were the best, even if painful at times. She felt the moisture build between her legs with the thought.

Lord Ryan re-entered the room. Karen did not look back but sensed he was behind her. His presence captivated her, even when she could not see him. He slid her skirt up her thighs and over her firm round buttocks. His hand ran across her dimpled ass and then slowly slid between her legs. Karen moaned at his touch and arched back into him. Lord Ryan quickly pulled away and gave her bottom a sharp slap. “Remain still!”

…

Slowly he slid her panties off and nudged her to spread her legs. He took a long look at the sight before him. Petal pink lips glistened with her desires. Picking up the strap with one hand, he pressed the other into the small of Karen’s back, causing her ass to raise higher. Without a word, he brought the strap firmly down on her striped bottom.

The shock and pain of the leather made Karen yelp with the first blow. As the strapping continued, her breath became more labored and soon she cried out with each lash. The leather made contact with both Karen’s ass and her exposed pussy. Tears poured from her eyes as Lord Ryan continued. Her cheeks were on fire and she was sobbing uncontrollably when she realized that he had stopped.

Before Karen had time to compose herself, Lord Ryan positioned himself behind her, and with one quick thrust, entered the tight opening of her ass….

From Karen’s Spanking by kristydoll.

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I am not, am not I say, stalking Mike and Michelle. These constant references flow from one simple fact: This is a spanking blog, and right now they are blogging a lot about spanking, and a guy has to cover the spanking news, doesn’t he?

So anyway, things got pretty warm over at their place yet again:

So, we lay there, and we’re still horny, and she hasn’t really been spanked. So, I tell her, I want to spank her, and she moans, and lifts her hips a bit, and so it begins.

In this situation we do them in sets – between 10 and 50 at a time per side, with her counting – 1 Sir, 2 Sir, so on and so forth. We start at 25, and I think hey, maybe we’ll get to 100. Seems like enough for the day, so that we did, 25 and 25 and 25 and 25, not hard at all, and her counting. I was kinda tired, so it was enough to sting, to bring up the red, but wasn’t overly hard.

I got inspired, spanked her asshole for 25, then started in, did another 2 sets on her bottom, then another on her asshole. On and on and on it went. When we hit 300 I asked her if she was ok, and she said yes. Yeah her ass was red and hot to the touch, but she was beyond wet again, and if you could have heard her voice you’d hear how turned on she was.

At 350 I’d slipped my hand between her legs and was fingering her, feeling her tighten with every smack. It still wasn’t hard, but well, it builds you know? She asked me how many, and I told her, and she wanted to keep going.

50 more made 400, and she cried a little, and came too. Hard.

I stopped, thought it was enough. Held her, made sure she was ok. She started stroking my cock, and licked it, made me moan, and said she wanted to finish, get the 500. Nice even number I guess.

So, I took my time, spanked her slow while she jerked me off. We hit the big 5 double zero, then I carried her into bed, and we lingered with our mouths.

I was going to end with a very simple “And then we made love”, but that’s what it all was, just from different perspectives.

And after that, it was Mike’s turn….

Bacchus is right — Audrey is an uninhibited little text-to-speech program. Just ask her to say “After he gives my bottom a spanking, I like to suck my boyfriend’s huge dick” if you don’t believe me.

As you’ll quickly find when you play with these programs, some sentences work and some don’t. But it’s lots of fun to play with. And there are a bunch of male voices to play with as well. The Charles voice does a credibly snooty “Young lady, take down your panties and bend over….”

Here’s an old magazine cover illustration from that long-forgotten genre of “We’re gonna Spank Hitler’s Ass” WWII propaganda:

In an article called What Comics Can Teach You About Being A Real Girl, I found this entry in a list of useful phrases for Naughty Girls:

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?”

Uttered in a sultry voice, perhaps with a come-hither wink, this will almost invariably allow you time to escape, as the Good Guy blushes and stammers, or the Bad Man looks suddenly thoughtful. Occasionally you will be taken literally, but as this will inevitably result in hours of wild nookie, there’s really no downside.

Found at Sequential Tart.