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Here are some spanking games that look to be fun if played in the right company. The one called “High Card Spank” seems the least contrived and most versatile. And, although it is designed for two, it might also serve as a great party game if played with the right group of two or three friendly spanko couples.
From the archives of Screamergirl’s interesting blog (alas not updated very much of late) comes this fun-sounding twist on an OTK spanking:
Anyway, he spanked me. I bought him a new paddle (what the fuck was I thinking?), and we did a fun little OTK thing. He makes me laugh, then spanks me for laughing, then makes me laugh again. He mock-punishes me for incredibly silly things that are semi-serious, but it’s a good way for him to drive home a point (so to speak) so that while I know I’m safe and loved and cared for – I also understand his point of view on certain things. It’s a great dynamic.
After, we had incredible sex (you needed to know that, right?) and then we spent two hours talking….
If you read forward in the archives from there, there’s a lot of intricate soul-searching on spanking and d/s of various flavors. Interesting if, like a lot of folks, you are trying to work out why this stuff is fascinating and fun.
Here’s an interesting snippet from an otherwise boring article about British libel cases:
[I]n November 1974 … lieutenant-colonel John Brooks (a former mayor and London solicitor) sued the Sunday People which had accused him of being a sex trap for young girls and of assaulting a student on board his boat.
In evidence the Manchester University student told the court that she was smacked on her bare bottom about 30 times by the claimant. The newspaper had exaggerated the truth, but not by much, and the spanking colonel was still awarded damages – a derisory halfpenny.
These days, the good colonel would have been better off responding to the article with a cheery “Sex trap for young girls? I do so heartily wish it were true….”
Here’s a neat spanking illustration of a Betty Page look-alike giving a good brisk spanking. She’s already used the belt and now she’s using her hands….
This looks like it might be by Dave Stevens, who did a lot of Betty Page illustrations, but I’m not sure.
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Hmm, this is a spanking blog, I guess I should mention it when other bloggers having spanking stories to share. It seems Michelle copped a ‘tude with Michael…during sex. First she got a lecture, and then:
I pulled out, made her get down off the bed, kneel on the floor. Spanked her hard for a little bit, then got annoyed and sent her to the kitchen on her knees to fetch a wooden spoon.
She brought one back – biggest one there – took her awhile – figure she took some time to sulk – and I used it on her, hard. Left a few marks, and about halfway through I could hear the change in her voice – that was pretty satisfying. She started off pretty much sounding “yeah, whatever”, but I guess I changed that.
I still think their blog is one of the hottest sex blogs around.
I just stumbled over a very hot little story called “Threads” over at Clean Sheets. It’s not really a spanking story overall, but a wooden spoon does get put to good use. There’s no way to do a fair excerpt, just go read it. At one point the lady says “That’s the most sadistic thing I’ve ever heard” — and she has a point.
Here’s a neat little story about two loving sisters:
Michele broke the silence, “Janey, you’ve been flaunting your tits since tenth grade. We’ll see how proud they make you now.” She ordered Brandi and Morena to attach a clothespin to each nipple. Initially, I thought nothing of it. After all, how much could clothespins hurt? After several minutes, however, I was moaning as they nastily bit my flesh.
“Everyone grab a whip,” barked Michele. The girls jumped to the pile and selected their favorites. Keri wanted to go first, but Michele informed her that they would whip me together, as a team. I shut my eyes tightly and prepared for the worst. I’d never felt the sting of a whip.
Feet shuffled about. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes to see who stood where, but I felt them all around me. The first crack struck me across my stomach. I screamed and was reminded of my bondage as I pulled tightly on the ropes. “I warned you about noise,” Michele piped in, “One more sound and you’ll get the ball gag.” The second blow landed across my right breast. Its force jiggled the clothespin, sending new pain through my chest. My scream was louder than the first.
Without a word, Michele forced a small rubber ball into my mouth and buckled its leather strap behind my head. I shouted profanely at her, but my screams turned to muffled tones. The gag stretched my jaw, and saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. It was horrible.
The whipping continued. Sometimes the lashes came one at a time, but often they came in bunches. My flesh was on fire. My breasts, stomach and thighs were covered with redness. There was something cruelly beautiful about the thin red lines drawn onto my skin. My nipples, almost numb to the pain on the clips, betrayed my fear and excitement. They throbbed in unison with my sex. I couldn’t believe how turned on they were making me. I never expected these feelings.
Brandi dropped her whip to the floor, stripped off her clothing and crawled next to me. She was so pretty. Never had I imagined that our naked bodies would be this close. She playfully flicked the clothespin on my nipple sending painful shivers through me. The moment became a blur, and, before I knew it, the others were naked as well…
From Sister’s Revenge by RopeBinder.
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