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“Do a good job on those carpets. A very good job. If I find any dirt left in them, you’ll get another spanking with the carpet beater. And then I’ll make you pick a big bunch of stinging nettles…”
From Girls Boarding School.
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Hey, people. This nice carpet beater spanking photo is eluding my best efforts to source it. It’s been widely used on the web as the source material for celebrity spanking fakes, but I can’t find a watermarked version of the original or any indication of what spanking porn company made it. Any ideas? (Update: Firm Hand.)
Update: Thanks to Adele Haze (@AdeleHaze) I got a near-instant attribution. That’s Ariel Anderssen appearing as Amelia Rutherford at Firm Hand Spanking. Thanks Adele!
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So I’ve been getting a lot of positive feedback about the nifty little dice in the header that let you go on a random walk through Spanking Blog history all the way back to 2003. I’m talking about these:
Lots of people enjoy clicking these dice, and I use them myself in bored or idle moments. Unfortunately, this brings me painfully face-to-face with a lot of ancient blog posts long forgotten. And some of them just cry out for improvement. The picture is too small or badly cropped, the links are broken, the metadata is a mess because in the early days I didn’t know what it was and neither did my blogging tools, the post display is broken because it’s been through the export process from two earlier blogging platforms before WordPress, there aren’t any “related post” links attached because early on, there weren’t any related posts… the list goes on and on. Does it matter? Not much — who reads nine year old blog posts anyway?
But sometimes, I can’t resist the temptation to clean things up, correct the record, or make the little postage-stamp picture large and pretty. This is one of the posts I had to touch:
In particular, I wanted to add the image credit and improve its quality. And, since the actual topic of the post is to ask readers where to buy new carpet beaters for spanking purposes, it’s still pertinent. Got a good commercial source? Click through and tell us about it!
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This kinky punishment fantasy is by an artist known as “Papermania”. I’ve seen some of his (?) stuff before, but the attribution (and some gallery links) comes from this post at Femdom Resource:
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Three views of a very comprehensive carpet-beater spanking for a cute blonde in her bedroom:
From Girls Boarding School.
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Chelsea Girl had some downtime on Memorial Day. So what did she do?
Why, she got a spanking, of course!
Yesterday, Memorial Day, I went to Donny’s apartment late in the afternoon. I had taken the dog to the dog run, I had washed my floors and cleaned the cat’s box. I had showered and eaten and brushed my teeth, I had sent a few emails. I had done a bit of duty to others and to self, and then it was time for me to do my duty to my country and to my cunt. It was time to fuck my boyfriend.
“What would you like?” Donny asks, naked in the orange light of the sun setting.
I want you to spank me, I say.
“What would you like me to spank you with?” He asks. “The new spanker? My hand? The flogger?”
It’s up to you, I say, and I lay prone on his bed, my bare ass raised on a dais of pillows; I imagine its good-natured spread like twin generous helpings of ice cream pooling on the bed.
“Good answer,” Donny says and retrieves the new spanker from his drawer. The new spanker has been sitting in his drawer, unused, bereft and lonely, quiet as an unread Trollope novel, since I bought it for him in April. Made of braided leather cording, it’s a sweet, stingy little whippy thing, just about 10” in length and shaped like an old-fashioned carpet beater. I bought it because I thought that Donny wouldn’t be able to resist its Celtic knotted charm and because I thought it would leave interesting whorls and lines on my vanilla cupcake ass.
Donny kneels on the bed beside me and slowly draws the edge of the spanker down my spine, across the dale of my lower back, up and around the swelling hills of my ass. He curves and swirls the toy across my skin, like he is writing on me in invisible ink, like he is skating across the landscape of my body, like he is authoring my anticipation, which unlike the previous phrases is no simile.
And then, predictably, he strikes me unpredictably,only to return once more to the leather-weight precise pleasure of the spanker’s edge on my skin, drawing lazily, sketching his whim and my desire in freehand on my flesh. He punctuates his work: Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Too hard?” he asks.
No, I said. It isn’t. And it is. It feels like the quintessence of a study in contrasts, this hurtful act of love that gave pleasured pain, this tension between waiting and dread, this starry smack that pops a melting white flash in my brain, this invisible heat that builds with each wanted and feared strike. He tells me that the spanker left whorled red lines, like firecrackers have been caught exploding and held still in time on the white vista of my ass.
Smack! smack!-smack!-smack!-Smack! Donny strikes a series of blows on a small parcel of outer assflesh, each one more stinging than the last. My breath hisses like a punctured tire. He puts the spanker down and tells me to turn over; he pulls me to the side of the bed, props one of my feet on a chair and the other on a chest, and buries his pervert’s mouth and pointy tongue in my pussy. He presses one finger and then two into my pussy, licking each one with a loud ssschluck before each insertion. I ride his mouth and his fingers, willing him to suck my clit like a lemon drop and giving silent gratitude when he does so.
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Geez. I must have made this coffee pretty strong, I’m all exclamation points this morning. I’ll try to mellow it out now.
But this is exciting! (Whoops….) Since July, I’ve been engaged with my readers in a quest to find a retail source for those classic style rattan carpet beaters. Lots of spankos apparently want to try these out, but they aren’t easy to find.
Well, a loyal reader has cracked the case. Gary Switch found the authentic carpet beaters in the Garret Wade woodworking tools catalog. You can order them here (only $15.50). They look like this:
And check out this catalog copy:
This is not for woodworking, but your grandmother would have been very familiar with it. You simply hang your carpets outside periodically and literally beat the dust out of them. The natural Rattan is flexible, yet packs a real punch.
They actually have many home uses that vacuums can’t touch – like beating the sand and grit out of beach towels and picnic blankets (before they clog the washing machine), cleaning the front door mat, not to mention the car mats, getting stuff off of drop-cloths and tarpaulins, and so on and on. This classic household tool has stood the test of time. We like them a lot. They are also great fun.
Try and tell me these boys aren’t closet kinksters! “Your grandmother would have been very familiar with it” – I just bet she would have. “Many home uses that vacuums can’t touch” – check. “They are also great fun.” Ayup.
Gary says “I ordered one and I can testify it’s great fun indeed.” Thanks very much, Gary.