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Jollyroper has an amusing comment, and some well-captioned Photoshop fun to go along with it:
“Imagine Daria in a Gorean culture — I figure it would be about 30 seconds before she’d find herself naked and tied spread eagled with a great big gag in her mouth to stifle her sarcasm — and her screams.”
Caption: “Let’s see how ironically you can scream, Daria!”
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Here’s a fanciful tale of a schoolgirl caning, as told by the schoolgirl in question to her boyfriend before she lets him soothe the marks:
“I stood patiently as Mrs. Crachet pinned up my skirt. My bottom felt painfully exposed. She tugged at my panties to make sure they fit snuggly and I had to bend across her desk. I was stretched almost to tiptoe to reach the other side, my bum thrust out behind me. ‘Fighting is a serious offense,’ she said sternly. ‘Though it’s your first time, Sherry, I’m going to give you six of the best. Don’t let go of that table or the blow won’t count and you’ll earn an extra to boot.’ I sobbed at this news, not knowing how I was going to endure this punishment.
“She touched my bum lightly with the cane to line up her stroke and then I heard the whistle and crack and felt a tremendous pressure across my buttocks. For a fraction of a second it was just pressure, no pain, but then suddenly I felt a burning as though a red-hot poker had been pressed against my rump. I cried out–I couldn’t help but want to scream–and wiggled frantically. It didn’t help but I couldn’t stop myself.
“There was another stroke, very close to the first, and though I thought it impossible, it was even worse than the first! A third came down and I thought for certain I would pass out. How could anyone endure such agony? I sobbed and moaned and wiggled, completely out of control.”
From Girlfriend by The Flogmaster.
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Here are a couple of stills from the movie Love Camp 7:
From the summary: “Tough, non-fake belting is given by producer Bob Cresse himself to bare-naked actress Maria Lease.”
And you thought the haiku was bad:
My girl I do love her
But sometimes it is just
To smack her luscious bottom
Out of love and of lust
After her penance
I put her to bed
But not before
She has given me head
It goes on like that for close to 200 lines.
Here’s a list of “Porn-Ku” that includes this item:
I like to be spanked
blindfolded, restrained, made slave–
and that’s just foreplay!
Hey, nobody said it was a good haiku. Readers are invited to mail me better spanking haiku (that would be any), which will be duly posted. Type ’em if ya got ’em!
Here’s a nice tale of a girl and her idea for an interactive tattoo:
Let me start off with this statement. I like to be spanked. I have always like the feel of it and the warm after-glow of a good spanking on my butt cheeks. It didn’t take me long to convince my boyfriend to give me what I wanted and he even made a little paddle with holes in it (to add to the sting) to use on me when I was “bad”.
It was in looking at a magazine on Tattooing that I got the idea for a very special sort of tattoo. It was inspired by the comment by boyfriend made that he would give me a pair of rosy cheeks just before he gave me a very erotic session followed by some of the best sex I have ever had. It was a picture of a girl with a rose on her butt. If I could have two large, life sized, roses tattooed on my cheeks they might serve as ‘targets’ for spanking.
Then I got another idea. If I had them outlined in blue–they would look like ‘white roses’ on my butt and when he spanked me they would change into pink or red roses giving him added reason to give me the paddling I like so much.
And she goes through with it, too:
As I felt the needles I kept imagining all the spankings I would have in the future. It was a strange feeling — bending over in a tea shirt and thong while the roses went on. The colors were the least painful but by the time I saw them in the mirror I was stunned at how beautiful and erotic they made my rear end look.
I had to call my boyfriend that night to tell him all about my fantasy and the two ‘white’ roses. They healed well, but itched some. There was only a few problems with keeping them clean becase I couldn’t see what I was doing when I cleaned them and put on disinfectant. It wasn’t too easy sitting for three or four days at work. I had a hard time not telling everyone that I had roses on my butt! I did go out and buy a new thong bathing suit so I could show off my works of art in public (if I ever have the guts to do so). Still, the tattoo was much better than the other one I had done in the past.
When my boyfriend came in, I met him at the airport with a dress that had a full skirt and a thong, when we hugged he felt of my butt. I turned right around and raised my skirt to give him a flash of my rosey cheeks. That night he made them very red indeed! Now I am thinking or adding more roses to my collection–maybe I will turn my nipples into rosebuds? Who knows?
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One of my goals for this blog is to rescue little shards of spanking text from obscure corners of the web. There are innumerable little BDSM and spanking sites on the web, but each is small and little-linked-to. In this Google age, that means such are almost impossible to find, especially when they have to compete with stylish porn pages with carefully engineered key words and link structure. Since one of my hobbies is trolling the deep dark web that’s buried beneath the first three hundred search results for any query, it only makes since to share the spanking goodies that turn up down in those depths.
One such find is the little Christmas spanking story from which these paragraphs are borrowed:
She finally brought back the small square paddle that has smooth black leather on one side and a fur-like covering on the other. She then handed me the heavy strap, 14 inches long by 4 inches wide and attached to a wooden handle. It is a wicked, painful device that Mara mostly doesn’t like. I was a little surprised she selected it.
I sat on the chair and pulled my naked slave-girl over my lap so that her head and shoulders reached the side of the mattress. The position left her breasts free for pinching if I so chose. I started with my hand, carefully spreading the red hand marks evenly over her ass cheeks and then the backs of her thighs. I stopped often and fingered her pink parts, testing her reaction to the spanking. The hand spanking increased in intensity until my hand began to hurt. Regardless I kept at it for a while. When her wiggling slowed a bit I switched to the small paddle. Her wiggling immediately increased back to sadist-pleasing levels while my hand stopped stinging. Mara jumped even more when I hit the backs of her thighs with the hard leather. I confess I like it when it’s hard for her to take. I worked her over for about 10 more minutes, spreading the effect around until once again she began to go quiet on me.
I knew she was getting close to getting loopy so I changed to the big strap. I again started lightly but soon was popping her pretty good. I moved her from my lap to face down on the bed so I could have more room to swing the strap and hit my intended target. At this point it was “let the whipping REALLY begin!” The percussion of the strap smacking her ass literally rang in my ears and her whimpers and moans were a sweet melody. I kept the strokes rhythmic for the most part, stopping now and then to rub her red cheeks or stroke her clit.
Checking in with her I said, “Merry Christmas, slave-girl. Is there anything else you would like?”
I knew she was gone when she said, “I would like more, Sir.”
After that, the story gets romantic…or perhaps mushy, depending on your point of view.