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From Trishymouse’s Journal:

Last night Christopher comes into my bedroom as I sit here in front of my computer. He takes two pillows and places them on the bed, then walks to the coat-tree and removes the cane and stands by my side…waiting. I pause my typing and ask, “What?!” and nervously smile up…way up…at him. He calmly stares at me, and I say, “I have to pee!” and scamper off…

I return, and ask, “What now?” “Get yourself comfortable.” “What are we doing?” “Just get yourself comfortable.” “What are you going to do? Don’t you think I should know?” “A bit of…” (what did he say now…?) “A bit of justice…”

Oh, dear…

I had allowed someone to use me at a recent event I attended alone without…asking. Christopher was not amused.

I bend over, he doesn’t warm me up…not really. Even the smaller strikes HURT. I make many ‘ouches’, and whimpers, and am asked “Why are you crossing your ankles?” and suddenly realize I am, not realizing before, and I respond, “To help cope?” Several tap, tap, taps of the cane, then sudden strikes…OH…MY…GOOOOD I think as I cry out. One strike where the tip land centered catches part of my inner thigh, where I am most sensitive and it’s what I imagine a red hot poker feeling like. I realize as I calm down seconds later, my ass is now warmed, and the next few strikes feel quite different than the first ones. I settle and relax more, and think to myself, “I could really get into an extended session like this…Mmmmmm….”

Mixed fetishes are so much fun. Here’s a kitty spanking for your viewing pleasure. It’s by Pixel and there’s some cool bondage furry art on the same page. As science fiction author Jerry Pournelle is fond of saying, you’ll like this if you like this sort of thing.

From The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang, Chapter 24: The Gathering Storm and the Unfolding Lotus, by Boccaccio:

On one memorable night George had commissioned Fatima to perform a belly dance for Ming-tsu and himself that had aroused them both to a fever pitch. But the scantily-clad dancer’s only reward for her efforts was that her luscious legs and athletic abdomen had been subjected to a blistering belly and thigh-switching. By the time they had delivered forty strokes — one for each of Ali Baba’s thieves, George had joked — Ming-tsu and George had reduced a pair of hard-nubbed birch switches — from one of the stately trees on George’s estate — to scarlet-stained shreds.

Fatima had been directed to remove the rest of her scanty garments then, revealing a tantalizing pair of dusky, dark-nippled breasts, and a swarthy triangle of curly pubic tendrils that embellished her private parts most attractively. George Chan had plundered that youthfully tight young pussy then, while Ming-tsu had offered him her delicious breasts to kiss and bite, as she stroked herself in time with his every vigorous thrust.

After George had consummated his lust, Ming-tsu had squatted above the face of the recumbent dark-eyed dancer. When the young houri had balked at inserting her tongue into Ming-tsu’s sensitive slit, Ming-tsu had stepped aside while George ordered the recalcitrant young beauty to pull her marvelously flexible legs up and back onto the wide pillow on which her flowing dark hair rested. Then, while Fatima had held onto her ankles (under threat of additional strokes), George and Ming-tsu had armed themselves with a pair of whippy canes cut from the tough bamboo that grew along the banks of the Yangtze. And they had taken turns applying the punishing rods to the delightfully uptilted buttocks and well-toned thighs of the young dancing girl, until she had screamed her readiness to comply with any of Ming-tsu’s carnal desires, no matter how perverse.

“Sometimes, she can be very reluctant to lend herself to the game what conceives well enough, it’s necessary to recognize it. My dear wife lends herself more or less gladly to the spanking. She has periods, if I dare to say that. It’s very evident that Annie isn’t all day long ready to play the submissive wive and ready to offer the buttocks to the punishment.”

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“Sometimes, we quarrel and our somersaults know some brackets: knocks of cold on our libido! To seek a spanking is for her a means to terminate a sulkiness, a subtlety to revive the flame. ”

Found here.

An article by JJ, who wanted discipline spankings from her husband. The strategy in a nutshell: Soften him up with some good old “Surrendered Wife” treatment, followed by:

I went to him and said something like, “I need you to spank me. I need to be spanked because I did X, and I am sorry I did X. Your spanking me for this mistake would make me feel cherished and loved by you.” I tried to put it in the perspective of my needs in a positive way, and handed him a paddle.

To my surprise, he didn’t ridicule me or act hostile. Instead, he looked at me, said, “All right,” and spanked me. When he asked me at one point when he should stop, I said, “You decide when I’ve had enough.” So he paddled me a couple dozen more times (which I didn’t expect!), only really hard. I stayed bent over till he told me I was done, and that was truly my first disciplinary spanking. It really hurt, so of course I was pleased. It meant he was taking it seriously as discipline.

Hubby sounds like a pretty lucky man.

A tired blogging convention to be sure — I can hear people saying “That’s so two years ago!” — but it hardly seems fair to cruise along blogging up a storm in complete silence about the personality behind the anonymous blog. So for what it’s worth:

1) The nickname “SpankBoss” is arrant self-aggrandizement, as I am nobody’s boss but my own, and I haven’t spanked anybody lately.

2) I’m your fairly typical internet horndog — male, thirties, professionally self-employed, too fat, a little bit geeky, not as social as I’d like to be, and with too much time on my hands since the serious girlfriend (well, I was serious) got married to the older fatter fellow she found on ICQ. I guess he gave good keyboard.

3) Fetish is to sex like spice is to food. Spanking, bondage, power exchange, dominance and submission — it’s all big fun, but it’s no substitute for a solid loving relationship. Within one, it’s a damnably delicious condiment.

4) Why spanking? It’s hard to be successfully introspective about the things that make us hot. But if you’ll accept an armchair-psychology self-analysis, I think it’s a power-and-revenge thing. But that sounds…well, not worse, but perhaps more important, than it should? It’s no big deal. Rather, like most mild fetishes, it’s more of a vestigial thing, a left-over artifact of a bad adolescent decade. Like most guys who aren’t jocks or hunks, I was pretty frustrated as a young man, and got told “no” a lot, or (worse) ignored. Spanking a woman (in fantasy, against her will; in reality, with her consent) amounts to a spot of harmless payback. It’s sexually hot because when a woman is being spanked, she is, literally and symbolically speaking, in no position to say “no.” If she could (in fantasy), or would (in reality), it would have happened already. I guess you could say spanking liberates my inner mustache-twirling dastardly villain. All in good dirty fun of course.

5) I have an irrational aversion to internet chat. (See #2 above.) Voice of Foghorn Leghorn: “I say, that was a joke, son, a joke I say!”

That’ll do for a start.

Here’s a silly animated spanking in .gif format: