Archive for July, 2008
Natty has posted her “top ten most unconventional spanking implements list” – so what about you? What’s the most unusual thing you’ve been spanked with or spanked someone with?
1. Leek. This one definitely gets the first prize. I mean, how many spanking stories have you read with a bratty girl or boy on the business end of a leek? It was so unusual it even inspired poetry.
2. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Vol. 2: Histories. The power of words took on a whole new meaning when a spanko friend years back looked up to my book shelf, saw this and decided to use it on my backside. Very thuddy, as you might imagine.
Thanks to (NSFW) Fleshbot, you can watch Mary Louise Parker get spanked in the backseat of a car on Weeds. Then comment there on whether you think it’s an authentic spanking or not. My vote is yes (but too short!).
Oh look – now it’s on YouTube, just for you:
and this one:
You can now get Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica on Kindle, Amazon’s new e-reader, for just $9.99!
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Here’s what the first story, “Spanking You,” by Rick Roberts looks like:
I just added Natty’s Spanking Blog as a bonus day on September 1st as part of the Spanked virtual book tour. If you’re not already reading her blog, get your ass (ha!) over there now. Here’s an excerpt from a recent entry:
I felt like I had, if not a good excuse, then at least extenuating circumstances. A. was less convinced. And the thing was, even if I disagreed with him about the severity of the crime, there have been a zillion other times before where life for both of us would have been a lot easier had I just opened my mouth and talked to him. So I figured that on the larger point, he, um, well, had a point. I just didn’t want to admit that while he had the ping pong paddle in his hand.
My lack of external contrition (or perhaps, because of) did not stop him from using that ping pong paddle over just about every square inch of my ass, as well as repeatedly on certain square inches. With my mind still not quite in a kinky or punishment frame of mind, and still somewhat indifferent about my meditation misdeed, and still grief-stricken about being alone for (hopefully only) the next three months, I thought I just might cry. I could feel that familiar lump coming to rest near the spot my tonsils once were.
Before I could cry, the punishment part was over and the kinky/for-your -own-good-while-I’m-away spanking began. There was the clothesbrush. And the rubber paddle, which, mixed with my mental state brought me once more to the brink of crying. After a lot of kicking and squirming, he switched to the cane. It’s really a deceitful implement, that cane. To avoid bruising me too deeply, A. will often use it lighter than it would be otherwise. And that will seem, at first, not that painful. But it’s the cumulative effect that gets me clenching and jerking about, to the point that he had to hold my legs down. He then ended this beating with a half dozen strokes of the riding crop.
Also check out her “Time to Play: A Spanking Memoir.”