crankyspanker

 I was just poking around and came across this site discussing women dressing as young schoolgirls; many of the comments just saw this as so wrong. It made me thing of this clip from Bedazzled.

Elizabeth Hurley teaches a class of adolescent boys dressed as, well originally as I recalled the scene I thought she was dressed as a schoolgirl, but now on repeat viewings I am not so sure. According to IMDB the outfit she is wearing belongs to her, I wonder when she wears it. Needless to say she was very naughty and a spanking was definitely in order. This movie was alright and since Ms Hurley was dressed up in nineteen different outstanding outfits, she was the best part of the movie.

I like Brendan and some of his movies top my guilty pleasures list but in this movie he was upstaged, Elizabeth may have less screen time but I remember her scenes more.
Just sayin.

CS

The Spanking Machine a Resilient myth in popular culture quoted from www.corpun.com. Well why not, this is the 21st century and all sorts of labor savings devices have been created to make even everyday tasks easier.  I personally have all kinds of power tools, always makes the job easier.

While updating my information I still find a lot for a band electronic dance band called Spanking Machine. I was pleasantly surprised to find something new on the topic. What do you think about a children’s toy. This was also on http://www.corpun.com.

 

Robospanker got a lot of exposure when Howard Stern started featuring it on his radio show. Since the show was censored the details of how effective the thing was debatable. You can find clips of Howard’s show on his site and you tube and the most unusual was the placing of a raw egg between the cheeks of Porn Star Tabitha Stevens. The egg took three swats to break, and make a gooey mess. That one could be either an ouch or a yuck. Howard seems to be a spankophile doing various spanking activities from butt bongo to spanking a girl with a fish.

 CS

What?  Was it too strong, or direct? Whatever I am I have never been accused of being subtle, or smooth. I am also a terrible liar. The ability to spin a good yarn eludes me. Therefore the art of seduction is not something I have been good at. Most of the time I would be introduced to someone like this; here is my good friend, he really needs to get laid. There have been exceptions of course when I didn’t have a choice and no was not an acceptable answer. I can safely say that I have never taken it so far as to accused of stalking, so far. 

I think that this would only work for Bob Dylan. In the movie My Favorite Year an exasperated Jessica Harper demands to know “what do you want?” Mark Linn-Baker looks into the camera, and says it all “sex”.

Unfortunately at the bottom of everything I am a hopeless romantic, still believing in Love and that the perfect relationship is complete and enduring. Losing all sense and reason, just being together is more than enough.

I have never had a problem with being an object of desire, never had to hold anyone at arms length. “We can still be friends” this is something I have never found myself saying, although I think it has been said to me. I can only say I think because I seem to have a very selective memory.

Where am I going with this, I don’t really know. What does it all mean? I can’t say. When I started this I was half asleep and lying in bed, and believe me this is not the direction that I had intended.

As my mom would constantly say “forget about it”

CS

The first video of a sub being instructed to do it herself was a short in three parts. The sub wore a mask and first whipped her pussy with a flogger. She then rolled over and used several paddles on her bare behind, the last one being outrageously large. She seemed to be crying the entire time.

The first material that I mail ordered was for my 35mm projector, home movie style, no sound. The lack of sound only fueled my imagination. As technology improved you can now get full color fantasies direct to your computer.

There are a lot of poorly done spanking videos out there. The first one I ever saw was about an Au pair and it wasn’t even a good fake. Don’t get me wrong a little makeup applied judiciously can make a video seem much more realistic, and that’s fine by me.

A few months ago I became aware of The Spanking Tube, and there was a lot of spanking material on that site. Surprisingly quite a few of these videos were amateur and showed people spanking themselves quite soundly. It was amazing how much punishment these men and women put themselves through. 

I am a fan of the self spanker in the above clip. She really puts her money where her mouth is, or maybe her ass is actually on the line.  She has posted several very nice spankings seems to be very determined to soundly spank herself. Personally I am not that easy. I like a nice dinner with some wine before I spank myself. It just helps a lot if I am buzzed to get it right. To be the spanker and spankee and to do it properly seems a tad schizo, adopting dual persona as it were. Seriously I would prefer to be spanking someone else, or even to be spanked, but you have to admit self-spanking is so much better than no spanking.

I have heard quite a few women speak of the objectification of women. This is such a sad state of affairs. What are we supposed to do close our eyes to the beauty that is all around us, I also happed to believe in love at first sight, or at least lust?

I was working at this fabrication facility and there was a woman there, I guess today she might be referred to as a MILF. She was just another co-worker and I didn’t pay much attention to her. One day I looked up and she was standing across the room. I can not say what it was, the way she stood there, legs spread for balance. The little black skirt she was wearing, her black hair cascading around her shoulders, her long legs and high heeled shoes. I was just struck dumb. I stood there for a while and could only stare.

                                          Just a recreation.

This is not an undesirable stigmatic social disease. What I am referring to here is one of my favorite goals, Spanked to Orgasm. I do believe that this is easier for a woman than a man, or at least than for me. I have achieved this with a willing partner/victim.

One evening after a nice dinner I took J home and we relaxed and had drinks. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She slowly undressed for me and I had her kneel on the bed. Taking up a position along side her I gently rubbed her behind.

One hand on her belly encouraging her to push her fanny out I slowly began to gently slap her ass. Gradually increasing the strength of my blows I gently press with my other hand to keep her in place. Gradually she starts to push out her ass by herself as I continue to slap a little harder, my other hand no longer required to encourage her, moves up her torso to cup one breast then the other, rubbing her nipples with my thumb.

She is blushing nicely as I slap a little harder and harder. I hear her breathing get faster as I smack away, my other hand moves downward and I part her labia with a finger. The wetness I find there is very encouraging and since there is no complaining I slap that reddening fanny harder and harder. I take my time a rub my finger inside one lip, down one side of her pussy and up the other side.

I just run that finger inside her labia gently spreading the wetness as she starts breathing faster. My spanking hand is starting to sting, I can only imagine how her butt feels and she grabs my hand, directing my touch to exactly where she wants it. J starts to make those sounds that indicate that she is close and grips my hand tightly in hers; I try to restrain myself and keep the hardest smacks for when she comes. 

 

Suddenly she tenses up and throws her head back, she is quivering and I make the last few spanks memorable. Her breathing slows and I stop the punishment. She grins at me and pushes me over, straddling me as she is just getting started and I am thoroughly aroused. She posts over me and I grasp her red bottom with both hands as she finishes me off.

CS

Boys are vile disgusting vile creatures. Some mellow with age, some do not. Ladies you probably have recognized at least every now and then the boy that your man was. I have memories all the way back to my early childhood. I don’t remember any seriously traumatic event that may have distorted my personality. When my mom was ill I had to live with my aunt for a while. I remember she used to give me baths in her kitchen sink. I was no more than eleven at the time.

My earliest spanking fantasies were about mechanized punishment. From simply being tied to a swing and swatted on the highest part of the arc, to more elaborate constructions. I would lie in bed and imagine all this, kids my age bound in position on conveyer or turntables, brought into position, and paddled one by one. Now the only things I have seen lately on you tube are a few cartoons. Tom and Jerry, Popeye and the practical pig from Walt Disney, maybe that was all it took to fuel my childish dreams.

I was forced to associate with a group of boys and when they were unsupervised got up to all kinds of weird shit. Most often penalties dished out over lost games. I remember one unfortunate fellow squirming on the end of a broom handle lubricated with peanut butter. Most often the penalties were punches or slapping bare skin until pink. These activities may have fed into my fantasies; I personally had a preferred body part to be slapped pink. What type of association would allow these kinds of activities, foster care or perhaps juvenile hall, no it was called summer camp.

 

I am not qualified to talk about girls, don’t get the wrong idea, most of my association with young girls was as mom’s boyfriend. I have had more success relating to girls as an uncle, as long as we did not live in the same house. I still can not tell you much about them, but boys have a natural cruelty. I have to say Lord of the Flies could have been a documentary.

CS