Accidental Self-Spanking
I don’t think she meant to spank herself, but she did a mighty fine job of it. Respect the power of the resistance bands and badly-tied knots!
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I don’t think she meant to spank herself, but she did a mighty fine job of it. Respect the power of the resistance bands and badly-tied knots!
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I don’t know how I missed Sundial’s blog before now, or her guest posting debut with a deeply kinky spanking story at Girl On The Net a year ago, but somehow I missed both of those things. In the story she shared with GOTN’s readers, the first-person viewpoint character has earned a punishment, which turns out to be a public spanking in one of those gyms full of nothing but muscle bros. One of whom gets recruited to deliver her spanking:
He sits on the bench and turns me around. He unbinds my arms, surprising me again. Then he pulls me down over his knees, so my ass is presented upwards, and I have to use my arms to support my position. His legs are wide, they feel like smooth, hairy tree trunks – solid. He pushes my legs open and holds me still. I feel the tip of his erection pulsing against my raised hip.
He massages my ass then his hand cracks down. His hand is so wide and enormous, it covers my whole left butt cheek (my ass is not small). It stings but fades fast to a spreading warmth, as the first ones always do.
A man’s voice says very quietly, “one” and it’s not you or him. I’d actually forgotten where I was! There was just you, him and me in my mind, I glance over and see a whole lot of muscular men watching the show.
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Gentle readers, do you know what a “bitchsuit” is? The word hasn’t appeared on Spanking Blog before, perhaps because I don’t like it very much. We aging male spankos strive, for the most part, to be gentlemen. Perhaps dominant gentlemen, perhaps even gentlemen with a hint of danger about us, at least in the privacy of our own unrealistic self-regard, but there’s rarely a reason not to be polite.
Even so. We live in the world we live in, and there’s a particular style of bondage — wrists to shoulders, ankles to thighs, pet ears, sometimes a tail — that goes by the word bitchsuit. I don’t know another more kindly word for this particular micro-kink. If you do, please share in the comments?
Bitch suits are sometimes very elaborate pieces of custom bondage gear, but half a roll of bondage tape is all you really need. A latex catsuit hood makes a very nice addition!
These photos feature Ravyn Alexa at Collective Corruption.
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In last week’s Harder, Mommy! shoot at Kink.com, Alison Rey gives Kimmy Kim the full mommy-domme treatment. Which as bad little big girls everywhere already know, must always include a good brisk spanking:
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The implement isn’t visible in this photo, but I’m guessing it’s a nice solid wooden paddle:
Photo is from Spanking Teen Jessica, one of the Real Spankings sites.
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Pale is always a good sport, and she dances around most prettily after a hard stroke with a riding crop:
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Let’s see what pinup model Marie Provost did, shall we? It appears she “borrowed” her sugar-daddy’s Jaguar convertible without permission, then persuaded her girlfriend to put on a fancy hat and pretend to be her chauffeur. Next she took off her bra and tied it to the radio antenna (or, since this seems to be a British fantasy, the aerial?) Then they went speeding through the countryside with both tops down, somehow flashing an entire busload of nuns in the process. Finally, when pulled over, she pulled down her panties, mooned the arresting officer, and stuck out her tongue at him. Seriously? Seriously:
Can you say “brat”, gentlemen? Yeah, I knew you could.
From the Summer 1965 issue of Satana magazine.
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