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Younger rebellious smokers never seem to understand how easily cigarette smoke passes under doors, through cracks in walls, and throughout an old house. The privacy of the toilet won’t protect them from the righteous wrath of the disciplinarians who are anxious to deter them from a life of stank and respiratory misery:
From Real Life Spankings.
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In this recent update from Assume The Position, Rachel Adams is in trouble for not using suntan lotion, and thus for carelessly getting sunburned while trying to fix her tan lines. A brisk whacking with a wooden paddle over her tiny shorts will soon teach her that vanity is no substitute for healthy skin!
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He told Stevie to make her bed (neatly!) and lay herself down upon it. No panties. You know the position, girl. Go get into it:
He’s still just measuring the first stroke with his belt, but from his tone of voice, she’s convinced this is going to be a long hard punishment. The prank with the soap in his coffee? Suddenly it doesn’t seem so funny.
Photo is from Real Spankings.
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The entire plot of Birching His Bride (G. Angel, 2012) revolves around a pair of young British aristocrats who are newly married and still working out some of the power dynamics of their wedded relationship. You know how that goes among spankos; he’s mostly winning, but she has her moments. In this scene, our man’s very good friend has brought back some intriguing wedding presents from India, including an anal dilator set and some interesting suggestions for its use:
In fact,” said Wesley with a twinkle in his eye. “I brought home presents.” He turned to Edwin. “I brought yours and handed it over to Banks in case we didn’t see you today.”
It was only a few minutes before the butler returned with the package that Wesley had brought, a box tied neatly in packing and filled with straw to cushion its contents.
“What is all this?” Edwin asked curiously as Wesley pulled out several bottles.
“This one,” Wesley held up a large green bottle with a black stopper, “is massage oil. It enhances the experience admirably.” He held up another bottle. “This one is for ah… lubrication.”
“I’m not sure I need that one.” Edwin grinned wickedly.
“It might not be what you think it’s for,” countered Wesley, grinning wickedly. Edwin raised an eyebrow at him as Hugh looked up, confused. “Gentlemen, there’s a whole world of pleasure out there that we have missed out on. Things that are acceptable in other cities would require us going to some of the worst, most degenerate dens of iniquity in this city.”
“Such as?”
“Have you ever enjoyed a woman’s bumhole?”
Edwin shook his head and Hugh just laughed.
“Are you saying some woman actually let you put your cock in her arse?” asked Hugh, still laughing. “You actually expect us to believe that?”
The white flashing grin on Wesley’s face said that he didn’t care whether they did or not. “And she enjoyed it. The lubrication helps. As do these.” He pulled out a smaller box and opened it, revealing four objects of increasing size.
“Those are dilators,” said Edwin, reaching out to touch one of the hard rubber things. “I saw an advertisement for them in the paper, they’re to relieve constipation.”
“Which I’m sure they do, but they’re also quite useful for stretching a woman’s rosebud to a point where she can accommodate a man. They’re all the rage in ah… certain places.”
Edwin ran his finger over the hard rubber of the smallest dilator, it wasn’t much thicker than his finger and he had a sudden vision of Eleanor on her hands and knees, bottom in the air as he pushed this strange thing inside of that forbidden orifice. The image caused a wave of lust that nearly brought him to his knees and he eyed the box with new interest. Although he was quite content with things as they had become while he and Eleanor were in Paris, there could certainly be no harm in exploring new vistas of sensuality.
“And if the woman doesn’t like it, and happens to be a willful spoiled brat, they’re rather useful for discipline.” Wesley eyed Edwin, but didn’t go further into specifics. The image in Edwin’s mind changed to an Eleanor with bright red buns and a plugged anus and he coughed a little as he tried to get a control of his wayward libido.
“What are these?” he asked, hastily opening another little box in order to change the focus of the conversation. Inside were what looked like earrings, but with the kind of screw clamps that he’d seen used by carpenters, only in miniature.
“These beauties are to adorn a woman’s nipples,” said Wesley, taking them from Edwin and deftly demonstrating how to adjust the tension of the prongs with the tiny screws. “They will pinch, and the tighter they are the more they pinch and the less time you can leave them on.” Edwin had to squash the urge to run upstairs and try them out immediately on his wife. Considering how much she enjoyed being spanked, even if she never admitted it and claimed only to be doing so because it was his fantasy, he was sure that adding a little bite to another sensitive part of her body would result in the same kind of passion.
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I like a comical spanking as well as the next man, especially when the recipient isn’t laughing. And one of the things that reliably makes me laugh is when a woman of slight stature (tiny!) gets paddled with a huge paddle that’s twice the size of her cute little bubble butt. A recent cheerleader spanking scene at Assume the Position checked all these micro-fetish boxes for me:
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In Coming Clean With Cassie by Rick O, our man is enamored of his girlfriend’s blowjob skills, but growing tired of her foul mouth. Naturally a bar of Ivory soap delivers the solution to his problem:
Recently Cassie has become rather foul-mouthed. I normally don’t care, but sometimes it really gets on my nerves. The other day Cassie kept on with the profanity after I asked her not to. I think she was pushing me to see what her limits were, and she kept on after I warned her that I’d wash her mouth out with soap if she kept it up.
Perhaps Cassie thought it was just a figure of speech. Anyway, I told her “That’s it! You are getting a much overdue mouth soaping!”I took Cassie by the hand and led her to the kitchen. Then I got a medium sized plastic bowl out and retrieved a bar of Ivory soap. As I put some water into the bowl I told Cassie to get one of the kitchen chairs and bring it over to the sink.
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“I want you to take off your panties before we start,” I told Cassie, and watched while she pulled her panties
down and stepped out of them. Since she was wearing a rather short skirt, that task was easily accomplished. I wadded up her panties and put them in one of my pockets.“I should give you a bare bottom spanking in addition to your mouth soaping,” I told her. Cassie was seated on the chair right by the sink, with her legs pressed tightly together and her hands in between her knees.
I placed the bar of soap into the bowl of water and worked up a good lather. “Open your mouth now, Cassie,” I said as I brought a handful of foamy and sudsy lather toward her.
“Aaaaahhnngaaaaahh,” she exclaimed as I put the lather into her mouth. I worked the soap around her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, and around all sides of her teeth and braces.
I worked up another batch of lather for her. Cassie shook her head as I was getting ready to soap her again. “Open!” I said. She just looked at me. “Come on and open, or I’ll give you a bare bottom paddling!”
She reluctantly opened her mouth and I added the fresh soap lather and worked it into all the recesses of her mouth. I admit I was getting fairly aroused by handling her mouth this way.
“Gmmmmmmfffff!” was her reaction as my fingers worked their way all around the inside of her mouth for a few moments.
“Now you just stay there until I tell you to rinse,” I ordered. The scent of Ivory was permeating the air, and some foamy bubbles messily dribbled down her chin. I spread her knees apart and inserted my index finger into her pussy – she was very wet, and squirmed as I played with her down there.
Cassie must have noticed how aroused I was. She reached over and loosened my jeans and tugged them and my briefs down until my rod was pointing straight out. Then she took me into her soapy mouth and, with white foamy dribble and slurpy sounds escaping from her lips, gave me an exquisite blowjob. I started to spurt inside her mouth. With gleaming eyes she actively sucked on my pulsing ejaculation.
When I recovered I had her scoot forward so that her pussy was more accessible under her skirt. Then I knelt down in front of her and sucked and licked on her pussy until she climaxed. Cassie still had the soapy solution, now mixed with my cum, in her mouth. “Mmmmmmmhmmmmfffff! Gmmmmmhmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” she exclaimed as her orgasm took hold.
I pulled up my jeans and let Cassie rinse. She rinsed for several minutes, after which she said she could still taste the soap. I told her the taste would probably go away in a few hours…
This grainy .gif is associated with a nameless belt-spanking clip that used to be on the tubesites, but that’s all I know about it:
Presumably she wasn’t before, but she’s being good now, keeping her hands firmly clasped in the small of her back and taking her punishment well.
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