Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Yes! Yes! Please.. Now!!!

I begged my husband to thrash me and thrash me hard right at the tipping point when it could just about be stopped but you don't want it to be because it's building pressure and starting to take over mind and body. I'm talking about an orgasm, a mind blowing gushing wet one which coursed through me and left me panting, sweating, smiling dementedly and repeating fuck fuck fuck as I returned to earth.

I don't do that (what an idiot thing to say when I recently have:)) sort of thing. I mean plan a spanking orgasm. In fact years ago I would have said I would be unable to get one and actually I think if I tried to plan one it would fail because a lot of things have to fall into place in just the right way for it to happen. I mean the actual pain caused by spanking doesn't do it, if it did I'd just buy a spanking machine and have as many orgasms as I wanted, lol. It's much more complicated than that, I have to be feeling good, I have to be 'connected' with my husband, it can't be punishment but it has to be real, there has to be talk, mostly from him, stern words, threats, admonishment and it has to build and be given time to. Oh and there are nuanced phrases which guide the direction I'm going in and as I get nearer the finish line there are trigger words, words which can make my legs squirm and my throat grunt unintelligibly.

Anyway I was getting spanked, obviously, the reason was minor and it was just a few swats to start with and most likely would have ended that way if I hadn't 'complained' that it was short and sweet. P got the drift and said something like me being a little spank slut and wanting more. His hand was resting on my bottom, I was still across his lap, and I pushed up into it and said what if I am?

"Well I'll show you what happens to little sluts who ask for more," he said and resumed spanking me, increasing the force and livening up his rhetoric to include wanton, greedy, naughty, perverted, conniving etc etc, ah yes and 'slut' was heard quite a bit. I loved it all and played to it with exaggerated body language and whimpers to encourage him to go further.

After a while I didn't need to exaggerate at all, I was getting wet and rubbing my groin as best I could against P's thigh. He noticed of course and told me if I made his trousers wet I wouldn't sit down for a week and I rubbed harder and said I hoped they got very wet. P stopped spanking and reached across to the shelf on the bookcase where one of our paddles lay, he told me there was only one way of dealing with a girl like me and that it would have to be a really sound thrashing. Music to my ears and he started spanking me with the paddle. Hard but not so hard that it quelled what was building inside me. He told me that he'd be checking his trousers shortly, in fact he'd check my knickers (I still had them on) first and if they were wet he'd assume his trousers were too and then I'd be in real trouble. I said go on then, check, and he stopped paddling and put his hand between my legs. I'm sure I squirted as he did, he told me I was disgusting and I asked him what he was going to do about it.

"You need it hard really hard, don't you you little slut." It wasn't a question more a statement of fact and I told him that I thought I did and that I was going to come any second and please keep his hand between my legs. He didn't of course.

Instead he retrieved the paddle and told me if I showed the slightest sign of cumming he'd take my knickers down and really give me what for. And that was when I knew I was at that point and I begged him to do it then, to give me what I deserved and to do it hard. P took hold of my knickers and dragged them roughly to my thighs and I was past the point of no return and started cumming even as he brought his paddle down again on my tender wanton greedy bottom, telling me to stop being a slut and he'd teach me a lesson I'd never forget. He spanked me through several seconds of intense ridiculous orgasm and slowed the strokes down as my energetic thrusting ebbed away and I lay exhausted on his lap saying fuck fuck fuck.

Was it better than a penetrative orgasm or cunnilingus, I wouldn't want to make comparisons, all I know is that when they happen, when all the stars are aligned, they're very very nice.


Monday, 13 July 2020


It was end of week and she had a free period. She went for a smoke in the girls room but got caught and was sent to the Headmaster.

He wasn't amused, Sixth formers or not made no difference, smoking was a caning offence full stop. She had to remove her skirt, her regulation knickers wouldn't offer much protection.

He gave her six of the best and she cried her eyes out. It would be a painful ride home on the bus.

Stay safe. Have a good week.


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Friday, 10 July 2020

In with the New - Summer Twitter Edition

They keep coming. New sites for you to visit. Please let me know If you spot any new adult spanking'orientated blogs.

Now go visit and enjoy.

Spanko Illustrator.
she/her, v gay, pizza enthusiast, cat-lover, bottom, grown-up school girl, little/middle, bit of a brat tbh.

The official Twitter account of the Spanki! Podcast.

A shapely bottom just looks better with stripes.

Producer and video FX artist. Spanko for life.

Love spanking and want to share ideas and love to hear your ideas and interests.


Submissive girl in my personal life but also love seeing other girls get spanked.

Spanking Model and web mistress.

The perfect imperfections of spankos and spanking.

Typical brat.

Clarine Klein
Bestselling author of spicy spanking and ageplay romantic erotica.
Trans af, she/her
Total spanko bottom and certified mega brat.

Feral sub and sweet dominant.

The more you laugh the harder I spank

A Bi Poly Spanko Sub. Love all things spanking. Happy I found the spanko community. Enjoy making friends and connections. 

Anita Spanking 
23. "Anna" aka Brattygrl 21. Local shitpost dealer. Hardwired spanko. No, I'm not a sub. I don't wear bread as a hat.

Stay safe and try and have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 8 July 2020

A Smile for Today


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Monday, 6 July 2020

Riding fetish revived

I harbored a riding fetish for quite a while some years ago, I blogged about it a few times but it petered out eventually as these things tend to. Well the old spark was reignited when I got my bottom whipped in jodhpurs and it still makes me mentally wince but squeeze my legs together when I think about it

We'd been out on one of our 'exercise walks', it isn't far from where we live to country fields and one often has horses grazing. On this particular evening, which was warm, a couple of riders were saddling up if that's the right expression, man and woman, I couldn't tell their ages as they were turned away from us, but they were fit looking and handled their tasks easily, we stopped briefly and watched them get on, thought they might come out onto the lane, but they didn't, instead they cantered off towards a copse. P made some lewd comment about the woman's bottom which seemed to move in rhythm with the glossy flanks of the horse. I laughed and told him he shouldn't be noticing such things but pleased that he did.

Anyway on the way back, which was nearly an hour later, we came along the same lane and the horses, or some horses, had clearly been out on the lane after and left their smell and their manure on the tarmac and partly the pavement. There are houses set back along that part of the lane and I said kids and maybe mothers with pushchairs had to get by and I thought they should be made to clear up their mess. Just like dog owners do.

P disagreed. He said the only pushchairs I'd likely see would be shoved in the back of Range Rovers and the kids along there didn't play out or walk to school. I still said it was wrong, but he said it was good to keep country traditions and there was nothing wrong with the smell of fresh manure, someone would come and scoop into a bucket for their runner beans. He laughed and asked what I would rather see, them having to dismount and shovel it up somehow? Perhaps being spanked if they don't clean up after them? I felt my cheeks colour up as he said it and I know he noticed, and he put his hand on my bottom which made me murmur. A dog walker was coming towards us with two labradors, and we stopped and chatted, it broke the moment.

So the day after, completely unexpected as nothing further had been said about the horses, I came out of the shower into the bedroom and found my old jodhpurs lying on the bed with a little note 'wear them'. Oh god, I felt weak at the knees, he must have brevetted through my stuff to find them it was a very determined thing to do and there could surely only be one outcome and it wouldn't involve horses. I got into them with a bit more difficulty than I remembered. I didn't have a riding top but I had a short white linen shirt, so I put that on and smoothed it into the waistband before zipping up. I glanced in the mirror, I'd put a few pounds on maybe but did my bottom look anything like that woman's? I couldn't tell, so I bent forward and craned my neck to try and get the view P would have if he was going to spank me which I was pretty certain he was. And I was excited I don't mind admitting.

I went out to find my husband, he'd been in the office before I showered, so I opened the door and went in. He had a proper shirt on and pressed trousers, no tie but nonetheless smart, the sort of thing he'd wear for a formalish meeting. Oh fuck he was definitely going to. I even saw the riding crop on the desk. Butterflies started. He reminded me of our walk the other night and minor disagreement about how riders should behave, but he hadn't really needed to, I didn't need any priming. I was a tremble and gaspy and even slightly weirdly shy and I could have cum in my jodhpurs I was really on the edge. I whispered 'Do it hard P', he asked me to repeat a little louder, hadn't quite heard. 'Do it hard P,' I repeated then added 'Please'.

My husband gently but firmly guided me to the desk and told me to bend over. 

I arched my back to exaggerate by buttocks knowing full well what I was doing. If he just touched between my legs at that point I'm sure I would have cum. Instead, he positioned to the side and brought the riding crop down against my naughty bottom and I screeched in shrill pain and joy as I jerked at the excruciating sharpness but hurried to get my bottom back into position. Twelve or more times I thrust my bottom back for more, as lasciviously as I could each time screaming and whimpering girlishly as each stroke scalded my bottom. The cumming feeling had gone that was for sure and oh my god the fire in my backside raging. P told me I could get up, I had tears in my eyes and wanted him to see them as I turned towards him and said 'Thank you'. He didn't say anything just hugged me and I felt bulge in the front of his trousers. I didn't want him to fuck me I wanted the pain to stay as it was not be overpowered by endorphins, so I slid my hand down and unzipped him, then got on my knees and took him in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to explode with a roar and I took most of it down my throat, licking him as he slowly eased out to save the drips going on his trousers.

I got to cum much later in the day and it was beautiful and urgent and messy but it wasn't what will stay with me from that day and for some time to come. I think my old riding fetish may be starting a new lease of life.

Stay safe. Have a good week.


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