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Sex Blogging, Gratuitous Nudity, Kinky Sex, Sundry Sensuality
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February 16th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This photo of a man getting an over-the-knee paddling at Divine Bitches made me grin when I saw it, because of the sheer bulk and muscularity of the guy over that dominatrix’s knee. (For the record, that’s Mistress T spanking Dutch Bardoux.) Heavy chains or no heavy chains, there’s no way he’d be in that position for long unless he very much wanted to be there:
Picture is from this photoshoot.
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September 12th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
There’s less of this good old-fashioned sex blogging going around than there used to be. This tale of a lazy Sunday morning comes from At A Kinky House:
On Sunday morning, we both knew we ought to get up and be busy. We both had things that we thought we ought to do. Instead, we cuddled. He touched me until I was sucking on the sheet trying not to scream and brought me to orgasm repeatedly. As I often do when I am in the throes of pleasure and he’s not, I cast about anxiously, trying to think of something I could do to bring him to the point of bliss I was approaching. And then I hit upon one of his favorite fantasies.
I asked him to fuck my ass in the shower.
To my everlasting shock, he said he’d do it. With soap as the lube, as we had no modern option with us. And then he sent me to the closet for a wire coat hanger.
Now, the day before I had brought upstairs an entire selection of hangers that were unused in a downstairs closet. I was sure there would not be any old wire ones remaining. But I faithfully trotted across to the closet to look and was ecstatically relieved (and right). There were no wire hangers. The closest thing I could find was a heavy metal one I was sure would be inappropriate.
Not only did he think it was a reasonable substitute, he stuffed a pair of red panties in my mouth, bent me over and began whacking me with it. The thing was, to be honest, evil. Even with my soaked panties on, I could feel how deep it impacted my tush and I was sure he was leaving bruises.
He didn’t seem to care about my distress, but when my whimpers became a little louder than was perhaps wise, he stopped and sent me off to the shower.
Not long after, my forehead against the tile and my body bent forward enough that my breasts swung freely, he soaped up his cock with a bar of old-fashioned Ivory and pressed it against me. Against my anus, that is. I whimpered loudly as he fucked me, but between the shower, the bathroom fan and the air conditioning, I doubt the noise I made went much past the shower stall.
That’s one bar of Ivory soap that will never again be 99 and 44/100s percent pure…
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December 20th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Can you believe that this cartoon once appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times? Illustrating, of all things, an Ann Landers advice column?
Spanking Blog has the story.
The times (and the Sun-Times) have sure changed since 1960.
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August 22nd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
If you haven’t had your spankings lately, you might vicariously enjoy this very sexy account of a spanking. Excerpt:
I felt the hard plastic of my flat paddle brush against the crease of my ass and thighs, wide enough to get plenty of thud on both parts of my body. He’d occasionally stop and drag the bristles across my sore, red bottom; or use it on my pussy, raking it against my clit and swollen cunt. I’d shudder every time he raked my pussy, my legs buckling against the sensation—but not falling on my heels again lest he decide to add 10 more. I just wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock. With a pussy so wet, how could he deny me a cock suck at this point? I was beyond horny, just dripping with lust, sex, lewdness. I wanted to be fucked and prodded.
When he noticed that I moved my pussy against the bristles of the hairbrush, he said, “So you like this, Slut? You like feeling your ass on fire? You enjoy getting a hairbrush used on your slutty little pussy?â€?
I turned my face to the side facing him, “Yes, Sir,â€? I breathed out heavily and groaned, almost crying with lust, “Please.â€?
“Please, what?â€?
“Please let me suck your cock.â€?
It’s on Spanking Blog, of course.
July 22nd, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Satyrs and Fauns (to the extent they are distinguishable) are of course notorious for their drunken sexual frolics. Here’s an interesting drawing by Marcantoine Raimondi from the 1500s showing that, in the artistic imagination of that time, those frolics included sexual spanking:
I find ancient (no scholarly quibbles please, I’m using ancient here to mean simply “centuries old”) depictions of sexual practices interesting because so much of the modern war against sex is based on repressive notions of what “proper” sex consists of. Examples from history and art demonstrate that “modern perversions” are anything but modern, which strikes at the core of the conservative delusion that proper “old-fashioned” sex consists solely of the missionary position, between spouses, in the dark.
With regard to this specific piece, it’s interesting because in many of the older depictions of BDSM-ish activities, the erotic context is only implied. In this piece, the spanking faun’s urgent erection leaves no room for trying to explain away the sexual nature of the spanking.
Thanks to Spanking Blog for the image.
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March 16th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This is an oil-on-copper work by an artist (Adam Johan Braun) who lived between 1748 and 1827, so it’s from at least 180 years ago, minimum. If the artist painted this work before he turned sixty, it’s a cool two centuries old. Talk about kinky themes being timeless:
Found by a Spanking Blog reader in a European auction catalog. Details here.
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September 23rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Spanking Blog calls this spanking graffiti, but like all the best graffiti, it’s really just folk art in a public space:
Beats the hell (if you’ll pardon the pun) out of the boring “no parking” sign it’s painted next to!
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