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There’s a new spanking site out there called Spanked Cutie, featuring (what else?) really cute young women getting spanked really hard. This is authentic looking stuff that reminds me in its severity of some of the harder paddling photo sets from the Real Spankings people. Here’s a very sore spanked cutie on her bed:
Picture taken from this gallery on Spankslaves Spanking TGP.
“P” from Sexual Anarchism writes about a real wild weekend with “M”, including one heck of a hand spanking:
As I fucked her and forced her down, I spanked her ass hard enough to make my hand sting; to provide some level of context, I used a belt on her ass some months ago; the marks were gone within a day. While my hand had returned to normal after little more than a few minutes, the welts on her ass from this spanking lasted for most of the week. There really was no reason for this force – it was simple domination. It was simple animalism. It was simply reinforcing our roles.
My hand aches in sympathy.
You don’t see many references to kids on this site, for reasons that ought to be blazingly obvious. But this ancient turnabout-is-fair-play French postcard image is too cute and funny not to share, and innocent enough not to be a problem:
As Bethie herself will cheerfully admit, she has a … let’s say “resilient” … bottom. A few hand spanks on the target of opportunity when she walks by just make her smile. And generally, any “ouch” I get while hand spanking her is uttered to humor me. Hand spanking doesn’t phase her much, and if I’m not careful it hurts me at least as much as it seems to hurt her.
Which, of course, is why the gods saw fit to bless mankind with leather.
The new spanking strap is indeed a godsend. It’s an inch and a half wide, and after being doubled over, it’s twenty inches long. And thick. Yet (after a little use) it’s proving to be remarkably supple and flexible. Very nice.
I’ve been finding (or just flat making up) an excuse to give her three or four swats with that strap every day. Swinging it with vigor tends to leave a faint red mark that’s soon gone — but it’s the only implement I’ve found yet that has a tenderizing effect of any duration. When she’s had the strap anytime in the past twenty-four hours, hand spanking gets noticed. Now the random friendly swat generates a tiny moue of concern, rather than a tolerant or amused smile. Much better.
The ultimate proof that the new strap is a tenderizer: Last night I returned from my poker game to find Bethie’s thinly-padded computer chair sporting a brand new huge thick fluffy cushion.
Yup. You are reading that right. They’re over at La Fessee.
It sounds like Claire has herself a treasure in her “A”, who knows all the good reasons for giving spankings:
The motel cottage was perfect. No phone, no dataport, a beautiful ocean view (photos to follow), peace and calm, weather to die for. When we finally arrived, A had a good spanking reserved for me too, for no particular reason except that it had been awhile since the last one.
What entertained me more, however, was the tale of how she got into one of those “I was expecting…” snits (women and their unvoiced expectations, what’s up with that?) and got lippy:
Me, cooly: “Do whatever you want.”
A: “Stop acting that way right now!”
Me: “You stop acting that way… “
A: “What way am I acting?”
Me: (here comes sheer stupidity) “like a noodle.”
You know what happened next, sure as thunder follows lightning. Can you say “switched in the sagebrush by the side of the road?” I knew you could.
Next time he might just pick a quiet stretch of road and bend her over the trunk of the car. The price always goes up….
Here’s an IM transcript describing a good hard spanking, found over at Flipside:
MD: Sir’s hand SUCKED.
MD: He knew how to make noise with it.JQ: too much or too little sensation?
MD: He knew how to spank hard enough to make pain to flip me into subspace.
MD: And then he knew how to FUCKING HURT THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!!
MD: When he was cupping his palm just a little, but not too much, and he spanked HARD, and fast in one spot, I was BAWLING.
MD: I liked it at the same time, but I would’ve rather had the flogger.
MD: Most of the time, he’d use the flogger first. And he’d start slow with that, build up until I was almost done whimpering because the pain was gone and I was nicely in subspace.
MD: Then he’d kneel next to me and rub his hand over my skin, telling me how lovely red it was and how he loved my whimpers.JQ: and then? (I want to hear you describe it.)
MD: And then he’d start spanking me. A couple of pops at first, just to warn me. And then the hard, fast, spanks that really hurt like fucking hell and started me crying and whimpering REALLY loud.
MD: He’d do it in one spot on one cheek for a while, and then move to the other one when that cheek was really numb.
MD: And then he’d run his hand over my ass really gentle like, and croon at me that I was a good girl, and then he’d literally kiss my ass and tell me that it was rosy red.
Here’s some folks having fun in a birch forest:
Cropped from an old postcard image found via vintage.
I’m sure I missed a lot of things while I wasn’t blogging and reading blogs. One of them, for sure, was this picture of Katy’s well-spanked bottom.
What a July it’s been! And late June was pretty crazy too. But everything is coming together now, and I’ll be in better shape to keep up the blog on a more regular basis.
One bright note in all the craziness is that it took me (briefly) to that part of the world where every hardware store is also a “saddle shop” or at least advertises “farm supplies and tack” on the sign. What this means is kinky leather toys that are priced to survive the skeptical gaze of a hard-working dirt farmer. I got Bethie a nifty riding crop, a heavy leather slapper paddle called a “dogging bat”, and an unspecified bit of saddle fixings that consisted of an immensely thick leather strap that doubles over nicely. All of a quality better than your average sex shop stocks, for a third the price. Can’t beat that!
The riding crop proves to be fun because it’s very precise, and the intensity is easy to vary — all the way from “gentle tap” to “ouch ouch ouch that’s a nasty welt ouch!” No such ambiguity to the heavy leather strap. I gave Bethie a single vigorous swat with it this morning because she paused while getting up, with her bottom conveniently arrayed over the edge of the bed in a manner calculated to tempt me. A moment later she was grabbing her bottom with both hands, writhing in a most fetching manner, and expressing her sincere plans to get up forthwith (before a second swat would be forthcoming).
Obviously I need to buy presents for her more often!
With SpankBoss so darn busy, I’ve had a lot of time to think. Yes, I know that’s a dangerous thing to do, but I like to live dangerously. I buy spanking implements for SpankBoss for crying out loud! And that’s me crying out loud, “Ouch! Don’t! Stop!” He loves that, the dear man.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about spanking and love. To be specific, I mean my spankings and my love. Finding SB was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me because I found the man I’ve been waiting my whole life for. He loves to spank me but he also spanks to show his love for me. It’s not a job for the faint of heart either. I’ve got a pretty tough bottom and can take quite a licking. SB has to pull out some serious toys in order to make an impression on me.
For example, let me tell you about my last spanking. We were lolling about in bed when the subject of my goodness came up. I was of the opinion that I’d been good for quite some time. SpankBoss disagreed, rolled me over onto my stomach, and began giving me hard slow spanks. He mixed the spanks up with lots of rubbing while he continued questioning me about my goodness. As the heat was building up and spreading, I admitted I guess I had been a little naughty after all. Not exactly a real confession but it was enough for SB.
He got up and went for the toy box while I snuggled up with a pillow and waited. I didn’t have to wait for long though. The first smack of the leather paddle landed with enough sting to make me start wiggling immediately. SB didn’t waste any time and quickly had me yelping and bucking all over the place. He’d stop occasionally and rub my bottom enough to settle me down, and then he’d go back to business.
Have I mentioned that the man knows exactly what he’s doing?
Eventually he tired of the leather paddle and picked up the heavy bath brush. And then the leather tawse. And then the rabbit fur paddle. And then the braided leather belt. And then…well, you get the picture. I was in ecstasy by then so I didn’t really care what he picked up next.
Once SB had decided I’d had enough (and it is his decision), he flipped me over and we moved on to the next stage…but I’m not going to tell y’all about that! What kind of blog do you think this is? {grin}
After my spanking, I spent the rest of the day feeling all warm, satisfied, and girly. In fact, I felt that way for the next couple of days. SB swears spankings make me easy to get along with and he’s right. It’s easy to get along with a woman who feels completely safe and loved by her man. It’s even easier if that woman is a spanko like me and has a tender bottom as a reminder of that love. I couldn’t ask for more.
Okay, I’ve gone and done it now. I got all mushy on SB’s blog! Sorry to all you folks who come here for the spanking pics and links. I guess SpankBoss will just have to spank me for it. Darn the bad luck! {grin}
And it’s not from SpankBoss…this is Bethie! Woo-hoo! I’ve got the keys to the blog, a large drink by my side, and I’m ready to talk.
Can y’all believe SB actually showed me how to do this and then left me alone? Sure, he gave me a few rules to follow but that’s not gonna slow me down a bit. I may be sitting on a sore bottom the next time I post but that’s why I have such nice cushiony pillows around the house. And, yes, “cushiony” is a word – I promise it is! I’m not so sure about “cushionier” but that doesn’t stop me from using it.
I’m probably going to need those nice cushiony pillows when SB gets home. Today I went on a little shopping spree and replaced that handy little wooden spatula we both enjoyed so much. It wasn’t the first implement we’ve broken and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m sure if I reinforced it with something it would have lasted longer, but then I wouldn’t have gotten as much fun out of it. There’s nothing like that secret little thrill when, as I’m doing everyday tasks, I see or use something that my bottom knows well. And my bottom knew that spatula well! Mmmmm…
Ahem…okay, back to my shopping spree story. I also found a couple of other interesting cooking utensils that might be useful for more than just flipping eggs or whatever they were originally intended. Do people really buy those pizza boards for making homemade pizza? I want to get all the different sizes to hang on the kitchen wall but SB wouldn’t let them stay there for any length of time and I’m not sure my bottom would thank me for it. Still, it’s very tempting.
It’s those spanko urges that make shopping so very interesting. I love that warm, fuzzy feeling I get when I’m shopping for spanking or sex goodies. Especially if I’m in a store that doesn’t specialize in that sort of thing. I feel deliciously naughty and I wonder if the clerks notice the flush on my face. It’s not a flush of embarrassment either!
Geez! I wish SpankBoss would hurry up and come home. I know! I’ll call and tell him to check this post to see if it’s okay. Maybe that will hurry him up a little. I’ll let y’all know if it worked.
And if you can still see that little blurb below…please ignore it. I can’t figure out how to delete it. Whoops!
In case I don’t get to update for awhile, I’ll leave you with this pretty and sore bottom. It belongs to Dana, one of the models for Pain Toy:
Now, isn’t that a pretty set of welts?
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I’ve been too busy lately to provide any nice long personal updates. And that’s only going to get worse. There’s a change in jobs going on here that’s good but complex, and some out-of-town family visiting, and more complications than you can shake a riding crop at. What it boils down to, though, is that posting will be very light during July, and there may be some lengthy gaps. Please rest assured that these are all the good kind of complications, and when the dust settles I will resume regular posting. This blog is too much fun, I promise I won’t let it become moribund.
Don’t make the mistake, however, of assuming I’ve been neglecting Bethie. On Sunday I fear I broke my favorite oakwood spatula on her. It’s broad and flat and thin with large round holes, but heavy enough to land with authority. Alas, after about six good spanking sessions, it separated along a grain line that passed through two of the holes, and fell into two sharp-edged pieces. Yesterday I was forced to fall back on our leather paddle and a bath brush. The hardship!
Here’s a nice spanking illustration with a classical Egyptian flavor to it:
From Usenet.
