Spanked & Humiliated

Here’s a charming tale of a bitchy socialite being punished at her own garden party:

Lisa made a quick decision. Faced with a much stronger opponent intent on teaching her a lesson, the haughty, red-faced society queen did the only thing left open to her – she turned and ran, arms still crossed over her exposed tits. Sharon lunged forward and grabbed the back of the retreating dress. It came tearing off with a satisfying rip and poor Lisa now found herself stripped to her stockings and pink satin panties, in broad daylight, in front of her sniggering ‘friends’.

“Oh no”, she wailed, outraged at this latest indignity, and continued her run, face beetroot rate, her pink pantied bottom jiggling as she fled. She had no idea which of the many men she had slept with was Sharon’s, and right then she did not care — she had to get to the house and escape from this mortifying situation. However, Sharon was too quick, and blocked Lisa’s exit at the balcony. Lisa looked round desperately — there were tables of food to her left, and she picked up a wooden spatula, and waved it as menacingly as she could, while trying to keep her tits hidden with her other arm, embarrassingly aware of how ridiculous she must look, trying to shield her tits, stripped to her pretty pink panties.

“Stay away from me, or I’ll… I’ll …”

“Still not learned your lesson, bitch”, laughed Sharon. She approached Lisa, twisted the spatula-wielding arm until poor Lisa was being made to bend over. Then she realised that her head was trapped between Sharon’s legs, and that she was bent over, her pantied rear facing the on-lookers. Things were going from bad to worse for the snooty Lisa.

“No… let me go… let me up you bitch!”

Sharon forced the spatula from Lisa’s hand.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson, you stuck-up bimbo.”

With that Sharon proceeded to swat each gorgeous cheek of the defenceless bottom. Lisa squealed in outrage, moving her ass as best she could to avoid the punishment. This merely added to the ludicrous spectacle, as her perfectly-rounded bouncing bottom reddened. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her — stripped and spanked in public.

Sharon meanwhile gleefully paddled the helpless butt squirming in front of her, the pretty pink panties giving no protection from each swat of the spatula. Lisa decided to try and crouch down to avoid any more of this humiliation. This was a mistake.

“Get your fat ass up in the air where I can paddle you, bitch”, snarled Sharon, and she grabbed the back of Lisa’s panties and pulled hard.

“Oh no… stop it”, wailed Lisa, as her ass was hoisted back up, and her panties pulled hard up her ass cheeks in an extremely painful, unbelievably humiliating wedgie.

“Looks like roast rump on the menu”, mocked Sharon, confirming what Lisa already knew. The wedgie meant that her full-cut panties were now more like a thong, and that most her painful, reddened derriere was now on display. The pain from the panties pulled hard in to her crack, and the pain from the continued spanking were only outweighed by the sheer indignity of a public wedgie and spanking. Being stripped had been bad enough, but this was positively humiliating.

From Lisa Gets Her Just Deserts by Shaw.

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Kane Spanking Magazine

These folks have long put out one of the classic spanking magazines:

Kane spanking magazine

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.

Old Spanking Postcard

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:

Purple Prose in Spanking Fiction

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.

Your Daily Politically Correct Spanking Limerick

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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A Literary Spanking

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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The Electric Kool-Aid Spanking Spoon

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.

koolaid spanking spoon

koolaid spanking spoon detail

I bet this would leave some interesting marks if wielded with a sufficiently steady hand….

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