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These folks have long put out one of the classic spanking magazines:
Alas, adult magazines of all kinds are finding hard times. But the folks at Kane are doing the clever thing and using their huge library of content to run a website. Given how hard it is to find back issues of the magazine, this is way cool.
Spanking was a common theme on old postcards, but many are “comic” scenes of kids getting spanked. Here’s a less-commonly-found postcard image of an adult spanking:
Here’s an example of some extremely florid prose from lesbian spanking fiction:
“I grab the rod. I drag Senta, resisting, along with me, sit down on the sofa, and force her to lie across my lap…. Using force, I maneouver her into a position in which she turns her magnificent woman-bottom to me, my right foot clutches her legs and I clamp them firmly between my thighs…the deep furrow of her bottom is opened as a result of her excitement, revealing the pink hole, with an engaging shamelessness. I fondle it with my finger, and also tenderly visit the blessed valley of Venus…“I reach for the rod. My left hand, however, makes it way along her belly until it reaches the soft mons veneris. My fingers bury themselves in the hot flesh of the vulva and firmly remain there..I swing the rod in a frenzy of sensuality, in a riot of ecstasy…Senta’s body twists and turns frantically. I hear her cry of pleasure, her moaning and wailing. I feel the throbbing of her vulva in my hand, my eyes feast delightfully on her beautiful, shame-red arse, which expands and contracts under my searing blows…”
From Edith Cadivec’s “Eros: The Meaning of My Life”. Reviewed here by Naomi Darvell of Clean Sheets.
A PETA protester named Heather
told her master “No toys made of leather!”
As he spanked her cute ass
He said “Don’t worry, lass,
I’ll go buy me a whip made from… pleather.”
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An unfriendly little wager about Hemingway goes badly for one of the wagerers:
Helen’s face was bright red as she reluctantly lay over my lap. “Comfortable?” I asked sarcastically, my hand resting on her bottom. A gasp escaped her as I jerked her skirt up and folded it back over her waist. A small triumphant feeling ran through me as I examined her plump bottom in white cotton panties with stockings. “Stockings without a garter belt?” I mocked, and she shuddered as my hand gently caressed her thighs. “How thoroughly modern of you, Helen, is it the Paris influence?”
“What if my aunt comes down?” she croaked, ignoring my jibe.
“Then it will be very embarrassing for you. Lift up,” I instructed and hooked my fingers in the top of her underwear.
“What are you doing?” Helen shrieked.
“A spanking is not acceptable on underwear, my dear,” I laughed, “it must be received on bare skin, it’s the done thing. Lift up so I can pull down those frightful panties.”
“Catherine,” she moaned in a small protest and I gave her bottom a small slap.
“Up!” The panties came down and I smiled down at her plump white bottom. The first slap caught her by surprise and Helen shrieked. She kicked her feet a little with the second and third slap, her bottom wobbling slightly with the exertion and I admired the red marks my hand had left.
Helen was moaning slightly with the fourth, fifth and sixth slaps, the noise of my palm connecting with her skin loud in the room. Her legs kicked through the seventh and eighth slaps, her breathing loud and ragged and I slowly caressed her burning bottom with my hand.
“I think you’re enjoying this,” I murmured, my hand making little circles on her bare skin. “I think you enjoy being over my knee, your skirt up and panties down. Don’t you?” I demanded in a louder voice, my hand smacking down for the ninth time.
“Yes,” she moaned in a guttural tone, her eyes clenched shut in anticipation of the tenth slap. It was the hardest so far; my hand stung and the noise cracked through the room as Helen stiffened, moaning loudly. In quick succession, I spanked her another five times as she writhed on my lap, small tears rolling down her cheeks as she moaned.
I could smell her arousal; a deep musky perfume hung over us as my finger easily slipped inside her…
From The Hemingway Dialogue by Natalie Nessus.
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Here they are: The promised pictures of the Kool-Aid Spanking Spoon from Costco. And get this: the spoon changes color as it warms up.
I bet this would leave some interesting marks if wielded with a sufficiently steady hand….
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Here’s a neat bit of spanking art from Endart:
