May 18, 2012

Happy Vernal Equinox!

There’s snow on my lawn and the driveway was an ice rink this morning, but we’re still going to celebrate the first day of spring with this sun-kissed image of a perky, tan, heart-shaped bottom. (Though someone should spank this girl for wearing heels on the edge of the boat.)

I’m definitely looking forward to hitting the pool this summer at both Florida Moonshine and the Shadow Lane Party in Las Vegas. Maybe at Boardwalk Badness too, thought I’m not sure how warm Atlantic City is going to be in late April. The party organizers say the heated saltwater pool will be open, so we’ll see how it goes.

In the meantime, have a great spring — especially if winter this year was a little harsher than usual in your part of the world.

(Nearly-naked bikini model courtesy of Action Girls.)

The Red Meanie, Part II

A few years ago I received a nice email from a representative of Real Spankings who said that one of their models really liked the red stinger I had given the studio at a past Shadow Lane party. The email asked if I would be willing to make another Red Meanie for the model’s personal use.

Being a decent, giving, sadistic human being, I said, “Certainly, if you’ll send me a photo of it being used on her.”

Here’s the picture they sent me, which I believe shows spanking model Cindy giving spanking model Claire a good butt burning. I’m not certain which young lady took the implement home, but I hope she’s using in it good health.

The Red Meanie

Here’s Dallas of Dallas Spanks Hard using one of my Red Meanie slappers to spank the tar out of poor Amelia Jane Rutherford. Amelia can take a pretty good spanking, but the Meanies hurt something fierce, and Dallas was not being gentle with his. It’s a pretty hot video if you haven’t seen it.

These loved and hated implements have an interesting history. Years ago one of my local friends started buying little blue strips of plastic, in bulk, from a fundamentalist religious supply warehouse. I don’t know how she found the supplier, but the company was selling the strips as spanking tools to be used on children. (Even though the implements were small, they really stung, so it’s disturbing to think people were actually hitting kids with them.)

Anyway, my friend was buying the plastic slappers in quantity, putting wooden handles on them and selling them to consenting adults in the Denver BDSM community. (Hopefully that kept at least a few away from the supplier’s regular customers.)

I was immediately fascinated by how much sensation the dense little straps delivered. Being a sadistic SOB, I started buying similar material in sheets and making bigger ones for personal use. I gave a few of these larger slappers to friends, sold a few at the national spanking parties, and now they’ve gained something of a cult following, even popping up in a few spanking videos.

I may never have the opportunity to spank the lovely Amelia, but it was certainly fun to watch her dance underneath a toy I made with my own kinky hands.