Spanking Blog: Adult Erotic Spanking At Its Best

Needs must when the Devil drives. And so, in a small-business family, why not play at the shop when the house is full of family? Of course, if you don’t throw the damned customers (as my mother used to refer to them) out at closing time, the man with the cane may get both impatient and creative:

I don’t think I will ever get used to being naked in my store. It certainly isn’t the first time we’ve played here but it’s no easier now than it was the first time. I know it’s secure but it feels entirely inappropriately public. Add wrist and ankle cuffs and being tied face-down and spread-eagle on the workshop table (where beautiful, innocent children enjoy birthday parties – total crawlies and creepies to think about that) and it’s downright unnerving. There was only one thing that could make it more uncomfortable – yup, here comes Robert with a fat ginger root plug that he promptly poked into my well-exposed rosebud.

Deciding my position wasn’t entirely to his liking, he snatched a cushion off of one of the wicker chairs in my showroom, folded it in half and slid it under my hips. I was starting to squirm from the figging about then, as much as I could squirm being stretched pretty tight at that point. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

He started with our two favorite floggers, the thuddy one and the whippy one. Being ambidextrously gifted with his floggers I was treated from “oomph” to “eek”, covering my back, ass and thighs. He got a few good shots in with the tips of both to my very sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips – quite pleasant with the thuddy flogger, “oh shit!” with the whippy one. Soon into his flogging, the ginger root was sizzling and intensely distracting, demanding that I move and keep moving when I couldn’t move at all. That made me want more and more of the stinging whippy flogger, the ordinarily yummy thuddy one just becoming irritating and frustrating. It was like, take this thing outa my ass or WHIP ME NOW! HARD!