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It’s not uncommon to see two women bent over for a simultaneous double spanking at a spanking party or similar social gathering, but this? With everybody fully nude? This would be a rare scenario in spanking porn:
Photo is from a 1978 issue of the British magazine Sex Games.
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I don’t know how I missed it in 2021 when no lesser publication than the New York Times ran a lengthy exposé-style story about Anne Wills (or Bethany Burke, as she is known in the spanking community) and problems at her Blushing Books BDSM-erotica publishing empire.
I won’t try to summarize the article in detail; it’s long (more than 4,000 words) and contains a lot of factual reporting, which will be of interest to anybody who writes, buys, or enjoys BDSM erotica, especially spanking erotica. The headline is An Erotica Pioneer Goes From Hero To Villain For Dozens Of Authors and here’s a couple of paragraphs to give you the flavor:
In interviews with The New York Times, a dozen Blushing authors and seven former employees described a haphazardly run business that frequently failed to pay authors on time, and threatened them with lower royalties and defamation lawsuits if they defected. Some writers who spoke to The Times discovered they were not being paid for books that Blushing was selling through certain online vendors or in audio format. Others were locked into contracts that gave Blushing “permanent and exclusive” rights to their books and pen names, which publishing experts called onerous and outside of industry standards.
When asked by authors about the missing payments, Ms. Wills, 63, the chief executive, often called it an oversight or a glitch in the system. But several former employees said that delayed payments to authors were a result of Blushing’s routine mismanagement of finances.
The article dives deep into her turn-of-the-century criminal record (the reporting cites convictions for credit card fraud and embezzlement) and more recent allegations of shady-seeming business practices at her publishing house. Numerous grievances of erotica authors she has published are aired in the story, such as:
Maren Wilson, 48, who lives in Utah and often writes under the name Maren Smith, has published around 40 books with Blushing over the last 15 years, and developed a following for her “Masters of the Castle” series about an underground sex club catering to enthusiasts of bondage, dominance, sadism and masochism — B.D.S.M. She and Ms. Wills had been friendly, and she never worried about her royalties until a few years ago, when she started studying her payments more closely and saw that some titles were missing, including her book “Meeting Marshall,” for which she said she received no payments for five years.
In 2019, Ms. Wilson learned that Ms. Wills had registered a trademark for “Masters of the Castle” under the company’s name, with no mention of Ms. Wilson as the series creator. When Ms. Wilson confronted Ms. Wills, she said she was planning to transfer it to Ms. Wilson’s name, and later dropped the trademark.
Ms. Wilson is now trying to recover the rights to her remaining books with Blushing.
“I’m not stopping until I get my books back from her,” Ms. Wilson said. “This is my entire life. I support my family off of this.”
I can’t post this without disclosing my own limited history with Bethany and her websites. I was a sometimes visitor and forum user on a couple of her sites and story forums in the early aughts, and Bethany bought some paid advertising from me during Spanking Blog’s early years. I never had a business problem with her back then, but her pattern was to buy recurring advertising, and then (sometimes but not always) ghost me when it was time to renew (or decide not to renew) the advertising for another period. I didn’t lose any money, I just had the frustration and stress of trying to decide how long to let the unpaid banners run while waiting to hear if the banners would be renewed. Honestly, my conclusion at the time was that she was a bit of a flake, overwhelmed by too many business details and not enough administrative staffing help.
Fast forward a few years, and a slightly darker pattern seemed to develop. In those days link exchanges were a common practice, and from time to time Bethany or someone working for one of her many sites would contact me asking about a link exchange with Spanking Blog. We’d set up the links, and then later (weeks or months) I’d discover that my reciprocal/return link was not there. It was pretty common and not abnormal in those days for websites to lose links “honestly” when getting updated or facelifted, so I plugged this fact into my “I think the woman may be a flake” mental notes and didn’t think much of it. But it happened more times, and eventually I realized it had happened just about every time, and at that point I certainly did start to wonder if Bethany’s operation was actually shady rather than just operated by an overwhelmed flake. Lacking sufficient information to form a harsh opinion, I just stopped agreeing to new link exchanges, and that was the end of my association with the Bethany/HerWoodshed/Blushing business empire.
The only other thing I know is that Blushing Books now seems to have been partially rebranded as “Romance.Ink”, and the old Blushing Books domain now redirects to the Romance.Ink-branded site.
This erotic OTK hand spanking scene is from Captive Heart, by Poppy Flynn.
“This is how I’m going to give you a spanking,” he informed her, dragging her into position and using one of his powerful legs to pinion her own, immobilizing her at the same time as providing support. “You will count each one, and if you miss, we’ll start again from the beginning. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” It was no more than a whisper, but Micah could have sworn he picked up an undercurrent of anticipation in her voice.
Micah stretched his hand across the far side of Melody’s body, wrapping his fingers around her slender waist to hold her in place while he pushed the stretchy fabric of her leggings down to bare her backside with a broad palm that swept across her buttocks. He felt the indrawn breath she failed to curtail along with her surprise, and that was good. Micah fully intended that his brand of discipline was going to be unlike any other she had ever encountered.
As he rubbed his hands across the globes of her buttocks, he prepared her skin to prevent it from bruising.
“Right, nice and loud with an appropriate thank you after each one,” Micah ordered, pulling his palm away from her warm skin and delivering the first swat.
“One. Thank you, Sir,” Melody replied dutifully.
Micah kept the first five light, intending to build up his cadence until he could judge her pain threshold but, already, he could feel the frustration bubbling in the tone of her voice, telling him that she didn’t think he was doing his job sufficiently. Well, he knew how to deal with that.
The next two slaps landed hard on the fleshiest part of each individual buttock. He had taken her by surprise with the significant raise in intensity, and a little squeal slipped out ahead of her subsequent count. Micah tried hard not to chuckle but allowed himself to grin since she couldn’t see his face. He rained down a quick flurry of equally potent swats, turning her butt a rosy pink and bringing a breathless quality to her voice which he enjoyed far too much.
“Nine, ten, eleven. Thank you, Sir,” she squealed. The next four smacks, he delivered directly to her sit spot, two on each side. This time, there was a waver to her voice as she counted. He targeted the whole of her rear, and the next two brought her to the edge, so Micah knew she was finally in a place where she could let go of the guilt and find the solace she so desperately needed.
And now that had been delivered, she was going to get a reward that she wasn’t expecting. As she hiccupped over the previous two swats, Micah gentled his hand against her ass cheeks, feeling the heat enveloping his palm and rubbing it gently away.
He heard the surprised little moan which slipped past her lips as he allowed his hand to wander down and stroke the tops of her thighs, gently maneuvering them so they parted slightly. Without warning, he used the tips of his fingers to lightly slap at the newly exposed area, his aim landing directly across her puffy pussy lips. Melody gurgled on a choked, indrawn breath and Micah landed another to the same place.
“Number!” he demanded sternly.
“Eighteen, Sir. Nineteen, Sir, thank you,” she panted out breathlessly. He wasn’t sure she was even aware of the way she was grinding her clit against his leg as she dry-humped the coarse denim of his jeans in an attempt to ease the fire he had built. He could smell her arousal and he was sure Melody must be able to feel his own, as his cock pressed painfully against his fly, which, in turn, was pressed against the softness of her belly. Or maybe she was too lost in the unexpected enjoyment to notice, he thought with a smile.
Micah deliberately dragged his hand across the swell of her ass and down the juncture of her thighs. His fingers grazed over the hot, wet folds of her labia, skimming her lightly but enough to have her whimpering and thrusting her bottom back to try to maintain the contact.
Micah moved his hand away, and Melody mewled in stark disappointment at the loss.
Micah couldn’t contain the chuckle this time. “Greedy kitten,” he chided. “Do you want more?”
“Yes!” she gasped. “Please, Sir!”
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She leads a pampered existence, but she’s answerable to her guardian nonetheless, and lately she’s been a disappointment to him:
I don’t have a credit for this, but I don’t mind saying I think the artist spent some time studying how Milo Manara draws erotic art.
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She picked up a hitchhiker thinking “surely a woman alone will be safe” and, well, nothing too terrible happened, but she did get a roadside spanking that she wasn’t expecting when she woke up that morning:
From Post Apocalyptic Cowgirls.
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This might be “just” a hand spanking with panties still on and everything, but there’s quite a blush! I believe she’s feeling it:
From Real Spankings.
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His low angle with that paddle looks awkward, honestly, but it seems to be no less effective for all of that:
From Pain Toy.
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