I don’t know about you, but I loved the show Californication, and never more so than when we got to see Evan Handler spank his hot but naughty secretary. And guess who has the clip on YouTube? None other than spanking model extraordinaire Adele Haze!
Archive for June, 2008
(photo via Spanking Abby)
On the blog Spanking Abby, Mr. Williams asks “What is it to cane a woman?”
Is it a purely sexual desire akin to entering heavens garden through soft wet lips? Is it a purely physical sensation like standing shoulders deep wrestling a spirited river? Does the whistling whisper of trembling rattan remind you of a particular day lying in a field, warm, on your back as the heavy breeze licked the corners of the blanket up around you? Is it less than that? Perhaps it may be as simple as the love of a long red raised weal under your finger, or the sound of heavy breathing between strokes as you wait for the white streak of it to appear. Is it the strength in her whimper as she begs, not for less this time, but for more?
Erotic spanking — whether giving or receiving — is one of the most exciting, arousing, and sensual experiences to enjoy. In this enticing collection, spanking enthusiast Rachel Kramer Bussel has assembled 22 tales of red-cheeked arousal. Whether being disciplined for naughtiness or simply because they crave the sting of a hand against flesh, the men and women in these stories revel in being bent over, paddled, punished, and possessed by their spankers. Those delivering the blows find extreme pleasure in pushing their bottoms’ buttons, making them — and the reader — tremble and quiver in anticipation as they await the next smack. Featuring stories by Alison Tyler, Sage Vivaint, Lillian Ann Slugocki, Stan Kent, Elizabeth Coldwell, Thomas Roche, and others, this sizzling collection offers tales so breathtakingly vivid that readers might find their own cheeks sore just from reading it.
from “Spanking You” by Rick Roberts
I used to tease you at the beginning of every spanking. As you’d kneel before me on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on your tan body, I’d fake the first blow—stopping just short of your ass, letting the air kiss your skin—and then place an affectionate caress onto your behind. By removing the certainty of whether the next sensation would be soft or a stinging slap, I’d keep you centered in the moment, keep you waiting and vulnerable, and your anticipation for the spanking grew. I would look down at you and smile, knowing that your desire for the first slap on your ass was growing unbearable by the moment.
from “Page by Page” by Laura Bacchi
He warmed me up nice and slow with the journal, each smack landing on a different part of my ass. Left. Right. Sides and dead center of each cheek. I savored the heat building on the surface, felt the burn reach my nipples as they dared to stretch further toward the floor. He picked up the pace, let the book pound me harder now. Below the leather cover, my ass tingled and the flesh deeper inside each cheek opened up to the pain while I opened up, like a story. Page by page, each new word stripping back a layer here and there, pushing me—the real me—to unfold for him.
He dropped the book. I jumped at the noise it made—the thud of the leather and the flipping of pages. I knew what would happen next…His hand. His palm wide and hot against me. His fingers teasing the rosy splotches he’d made.
I’m pretty much an equal opportunity spanking lover. I indulge in it all too rarely, but I wrote this a while back when I was guest blogging at Babeland:
To me, spanking someone, having them spread out before you so needy and vulnerable, is one of the most exciting feelings in the world. Someone is offering up their body, exposing themselves in a way that is highly personal. Also, this guy, as well as other people I’ve spanked, get so into it that the spanking takes them to a new place where their ideas of what they want out of the scene expand. We went from having me use simply my pinkie along with some Vaseline (alas, we did not have any real lube handy) to my index finger, and I got us both worked up into a fantasy where I was using a butt plug on him while another woman watched us or alternately participated. Feeling him squirm beneath me, being able to stroke his forehead or let him suck on my fingers while I delivered one sound slap after another, was, in many ways, even more pleasurable than being bent over and smacked myself. For me, it’s a different kind of high, one rooted as much in my mind as my body.
The combination of spanking someone, talking dirty, and getting to fuck them up the ass takes it to a whole other level. I quickly realized that whether it’s one finger or two, or a butt plug, big or small, it’s all about how it feels to that person. I get the impression that some people are so gung-ho to ram something really big up someone else’s ass that they lose sight of the pleasure they could both be having. I’ve been on the receiving end of anal sex that was anything but fun, and was way too goal-oriented. It’s not something to engage in when you’re in a huge rush (in my opinion), because you don’t get to really savor watching your finger(s) or a toy disappear between someone’s cheeks, watching them squeeze and process the delightful invasion, hearing them moan and beg for more. Whoever you are, if you think your partner might be into anal, probe further (yes, pun intended).
Spanking model Niki Flynn was interviewed by Janine Ashbless at Lust Bites a while back and said:
[J] Explain to us, please, what the lure and reward of being spanked is for you.
[N] Fear is intensely erotic for me, so a lot of the appeal lies in the anticipation. The pain itself isn’t the focus; that’s really just a vehicle to get to the sense of achievement on the other side. Anxiety, exposure, vulnerability, surrender, pain, endurance, bliss… What I enjoy most is the afterglow, the tingling and exhilaration of having suffered and survived. It’s the culmination of a journey requiring absolute trust.
[J]You’ve said you’re not Bi. Does it make a difference to you whether you’re being punished by a man or a woman?
[N] Oh, definitely. I enjoy playing with women, but it doesn’t have the sinister sexual undercurrent that being topped by a man does. Even if it’s a purely non-sexual scene (like a school scenario) there’s still an erotic subtext lurking beneath the surface. The hottest thing for me about erotic fiction is the setup and anticipation. I’m not half as interested in the actual sex as I am in the predatory tango that led to it!
Do check out her book, Dances With Werewolves (Memoirs of a Spanking Model).
from Michelle’s Sexy Spankings, which you should totally bookmark. I love how pretty this looks on her ass!
More info at Chastenwood:
Spanking parties are not like BDSM parties. No dungeon is needed, no restraint equipment, and no black leather costumes. Most spanking fantasies involve men in suits and women in dresses or skirts, with a scattering of schoolgirl uniforms or suchlike. But spankers, we’ve learned, tend to be fairly conservative, so for most parties, unless you have a theme, guests should dress as they would for a dinner party, anywhere between casual and formal.
A spanking party will start out like any party, sitting around chatting and getting to know one another. There will likely be snack foods and non-alcoholic drinks. Speaking from experience, I don’t recommend allowing alcohol at a spanking party. Spanking is a fine art, and having either participant drunk can make it go very badly.
People will be in the mood for spanking, and you’ll feel the tension in the air. The sooner someone breaks the ice and spanks somebody, the better. Couples who are experienced are most likely to do this, and could probably be encouraged to do so. Once someone has begun spanking, people will begin arranging liaisons with those they like to play with or are attracted to, and start pairing off to go spank each other in other rooms. Some might stay right in the front room, and spank each other unashamedly, right there for all to see. Soon you will hear the sounds of spankings filling the house, filtering out from all the back rooms. Do not be alarmed.
You may choose to watch someone’s spanking, and this is fine. You may approach a person, provided they aren’t involved in a scene, and arrange your own spanking scene. There are no special codewords or protocols for doing this. A simple “Would you like to be spanked?” will do. Sometimes, if the spankee in question is married, you may prefer to ask her husband if he would mind if you spanked her. He may even arrange it for you. Couples are usually there to play with others. Usually, at a party, each person will do scenes with many different partners. There will often be spectators to their spankings. Feel free to watch, unless they make it clear they want privacy. Having someone watch a spanking scene adds energy to it, and makes it better.
A teaser…from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2. I’ll have Spanked excerpts and interviews here starting in July.
from “Queuing Up” by Rachel Kramer Bussel
That first slap always takes me by surprise, even when I’m expecting it. There is such a vast difference between my ass laid bare, exposed to the air, but relatively intact, and the heat that brews along that most sensitive of parts after he has spanked me; from eager to seething in several brutal, beautiful seconds. Craig holds his hand tight against my skin, maintaining the warmth and the pain, making it last those few precious seconds longer. I’m lying naked across his lap, and beneath his tight jeans, his cock presses up against me, hinting, surging, wanting, but my spankings aren’t about his cock, as much as I might want them to be, as hot and wet as they might get me. Sometimes I wonder if they’re even about me at all; Craig comes to me with a glint in his eye, a severity of purpose and steely resolve to spank me until I flip over some immutable edge that I am in constant awe at how much our urges are in sync.
I squirm beneath him, my clit alive with the sensation of pleasure and heat as I wait for more. He raises his hand and brings it down equally as hard on my other cheek, and I smile to myself, even as my pussy clenches fiercely. His spankings are like a magic key that unlocks the secret of my desire, and even when I’m not totally in the mood, when my pussy seems to be on hiatus, when I want him to fuck me but don’t really need it, a few smacks from his strong hand and I’m back on the edge, back to being willing to do absolutely anything for him to fuck me. He knows this too, can sense from the way I breathe, the way I squirm and then stay absolutely still, that I am torn between wanting more spankings and wanting his cock filling me all the way up, though that choice is up to him, as always. His hand rains down, smack after concentrated smack, so perfect in their placement that I almost forget that tonight, as we often do, we have an audience, an eager female face soaking up all that we are doing, so new to her and yet, I sense, already unfurling a special signal inside her, a need that now that she’s discovered it must be attended to immediately.
Lara, our gorgeous, glamorous companion, with her black bobbed hair and perfect red lipstick, tattooed poise and perpetual, sexy smirk, doesn’t quite know what to expect, and watches us with an eagle eye. When I look up, I see her gaze frantically casting about, taking in my screams of pleasure, my tightly clenched fists, his strong arm moving up and down, but never mechanically, always seeking out that next perfect spot that has yet to burn with the flame of his smacks. I can tell from a momentary meeting of our gazes, my face slack with lust, hers eager and nervous and aroused all at once, that she wants him to spank her. And I have something I want too, so this will be perfect. Craig keeps going, his hand instilling in me everything he’s ever wanted me to know, hitting me in exactly the right places to make my ass want more and more and more.
Then he pushes me reluctantly off him, moves me slightly aside and unzips his pants. That delicious metallic noise alone is almost enough to make me come in anticipation. He takes his cock and slides only the very tip along my wetness, teasing me, before stroking me there with his fingers and I bite my lip hard, surely leaving a mark, so I don’t cry out and break the elevated silence that protects our perfect bubble. Suddenly, I can’t stand it anymore, and take Lara’s hand, tugging her towards me. She is ready now, ready for anything after the show we’ve just provided her. She tumbled home with us in a blue of champagne and flirtation, insinuation and entendre, and I’m sure expected simply more of the same, but we’re going to give her something to remember forever, or at least, I am.