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Random Spanking Story
The first of many:
“Take it all, bitch.” His voice is a hoarse moan as he starts to roughly fuck my mouth.
I’m squirming and squealing and trying to get away. The gagging and the pain from his thick cock being shoved so far down my throat making my eyes water and before long I’m crying. I panic as he shoves it deep and then holds. My lungs start to burn with need to breathe. I can’t stop myself from clawing at him with what little range I have with my belted hands. I draw blood from his thigh and he lets up enough to let me gasp for air.
I drink it in great gulps as he pulls me up from his strangling cock. “You drew blood. I was just having fun before, but now you’ve drawn blood.” He pulls me across his lap, that fleshy tree trunk scraping down the length of my body until it comes to press right into the soft patch of brown fur that covers my pussy.
I lay there bent over his lap like a schoolgirl waiting for her punishment. His hand is like steel as he takes his first swat at my creamy white heart-shaped bottom. The impact not only almost sends me sailing off his lap, but pushes my outer labia around the head of his cock. I squirm as he readies the next blow. It falls harder than the first, and his other hand grips my waist. “Little bitch, you know you deserve this!”
“Please! Stop! I’ll do whatever you want!” I say in an attempt to get out of what I think is about to happen, but his only answer is a deep chuckle and another stinging blow to my backside. I feel my little clit swelling against the rubbing of his cock head. Every blow sending me bucking into that small apple sized head until I feel the pre-cum starting to wet my clit.
I’m kicking now, trying to get away, screaming and crying as I struggle on his lap and he laughs at me. “Call me anything you like, slut. I’m going to spank you until I’m through with you.”
My bottom is burning and quite red as I feel my pussy wetly sucking at the head of his cock as I buck into it with each smack of his huge hand. In between blows which are sometimes maddeningly slow, I find myself grinding against that delicious hard pole. “Horny little bitch, you like this, don’t you?”
“No! Let me go! Stop this you fucking bastard!” I scream and cry as I keep trying to get away from him.
“Say it! Say that you like it, slut! Tell me and maybe I’ll stop,” He laughed again. “Then again, maybe I won’t.”
I sob against his leg and whimper, “Yes! I like it! Oh god, yes! Now stop!”
He laughs and sends a flurry of swats to my behind….
From “A Rude Awakening: My Spanking Fantasy” by Succubus.
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“You’ve never had a proper lashing”
Here’s a nicely charged “spanking banter” exchange from a 1991 Robin Hood movie, in which the dread outlaw Robin is flirting with Maid Marian:
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A Well-Switched Slave Girl
The plan here is to mix blogging about spanking (to the extent I get inspired, or find topical material to link to) with links to spanking stories and quality spanking sites. If you know of good spanking stories on the web, by all means please email me the links. To get you warmed up, here’s an excerpt from John Norman’s Captives of Gor. I think I found this in the left bar at Spank Slaves, but it’s not there any more except as a shorter excerpt on one of the archives pages:
“You will go to her,” I told the slave. “You will then ask her to give you ten switches. You will then ask for your duties of the day.”
Ilene looked at me, protest in her eyes. Then, fear and tears came into her eyes and she sprang up.
She ran to the girl.
“I asked for you to be sold in Port Kar,” she said.
“Aren’t you a pretty little slave with the master,” said the red-haired girl.
Ilene trembled.
“And what did he say?” she asked.
“I am to ask for ten switches, and then for my duties for the day.” said Ilene.
“I see,” said the red-haired girl.
Ilene stood before her.
“Remove your garment, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl.
Ilene did so.
“Go to that tree,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a slender-trunked tree at the edge of the camp clearing. Ilene went to it. “Hold to that branch, pretty slave,” said the red-haired girl, indicating a branch over Ilene’s head. Tears in her eyes Ilene grasped it.
There was the swift hiss of the switch and then the slap of its strike.
Ilene screamed with pain and fell, releasing the branch. She clutched the base of the tree’s trunk. She looked over her shoulder at the red-haired girl. “Please,” she wept.
“Hold the branch, pretty little slave,” said the red-haired girl, not much pleased with her.
Ilene regarded her with horror.
I strode to the tree and, with two short lengths of binding fiber, tied Ilene’s wrists to the branch.
She was weeping in pain.
“Let me beat her,” said the blond girl, one of the panther girls, in her ankle ring.
The red-haired girl went swiftly to the girl who had spoken and struck her twice. The blond girl, tears in her eyes, shrank back in the coffle, shoulder stinging, and hid herself among the other girls.
The red-haired girl then strode to Ilene.
The Earth girl must now endure nine strokes. The red-haired girl was excellent with the switch. She knew well how to beat a slave.
Ilene would not soon forget her beating.
It took more than two Ehn to deliver the next five strokes. Ilene did not know when, or where on her body, they would fall. She would stand there, her wrists bound over her head, apart, on the branch, waiting. Then suddenly there would be the hiss, and, somewhere on her body, the swift, lashing fall of the switch.
The red-haired girl had handled the psychological dimension of the beating beautifully.
Even when she was not being struck Ilene would sometimes cry out. “No! Don’t hit me!” Sometimes, waiting, unstruck, she would cry out as though she had been struck. She jerked, trying to free her wrists. She twisted helplessly, but could not free herself. Then, shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. She, of course, as a slave girl, would receive none.
Be silent, Slave,” said the red-haired girl.
“Yes, Mistress,” wept Ilene.
“Suppose,” said the red-haired girl to the slave, “it was not a switch, but the five-strap Gorean slave whip?”
Ilene closed her eyes.
“Suppose,” said the red-haired girl, “it was not I who disciplined you, but, with such a whip, a male.”
“Yes, Mistress,” wept Ilene, her head down.
“Rejoice,” said the red-haired girl, “that you are only switched, and by a woman.”
“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Ilene, her face stained with tears. The red-haired girl had thrown Ilene’s long dark hair forward, that it not provide any shielding from the switch.
There were now six stripes on her body, from her ankles to the back of her neck. They were slender and red. Each was well placed. Spreading from each stripe there was a redness of pain. She clenched her fists in her bonds. Now her entire back burned scarlet.
The panther girls, in their chains, laughed. They enjoyed seeing the pretty Earth-girl slave beaten.
I nodded to the red-haired girl. Swiftly, across the back, in rapid succession, she delivered Ilene’s last four stinging stripes.
I then unfastened her wrists from the branch.
She was bent over with pain. I picked up the bit of yellow silk and threw it to her. She caught it, and held it before her body.
“It is you,” I told her,” “who will be sold in Port Kar.”
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Why Spanking?
If you are here, you probably know that a warm bottom, like pretty girls and kittens, needs no excuse. But to get things started, here’s what a blogger named Sticky Kitty said about why she liked getting spanked:
Very simple: It feels so nice on my bottom.
I like the ones that “thud” right in the middle of my ass.. very close to certain sensitive areas. That’s what it feels like… a “thuddy” feeling. Its the kind of strategic smack that stimulates you from the inside out. Its like a resonating inside my body, kind of like when you hit the body of an acoustic guitar. Its hollow and deep, and causes a vibration in the strings.
Via Eros Blog, a sex blog that has spanking items fairly frequently.