Surfing around I found a great new blog by Cin-d-girl and Dave and a wonderful true spanking story:

We stopped near a huge old tree, and Dave nodded toward it. I hesitated, looked around, tried to still my heart, swallow hard. All of those things all at once most likely. This was a very new experience!

I pressed myself against the tree, pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down, and the unmistakable sounds of his belt leaving it’s loops carried to me, and then the first LOUD swat landed. I think we were both very still after that. I know that I looked out through the trees to see if anyone stopped … if any alarms were about to be raised … if anyone was peering into the trees to see what that sound had been.

So far so good!

He stepped back and spanked again. A hard spank, and again my ears strained to hear someone running to the rescue … shouts of alarm … and nothing!

More spanks, hard spanks. They built in intensity as our courage built. It was not a punishment spanking, but the intensity of emotion was nearly overwhelming. I had never experienced anything like this before. The spanks would push me into the tree … my groin … ok, clit … would brush against the rough bark, and then the belt would land again. Again and again. (more…)

This site is still kind of new, but it’s starting to get some good traffic. I plan on working on it a lot and improving it the best I can. If you would like to help or contribute to BlisteredAss please click on “contact me” and send an email. If you have some spanking stories please submit them and I’ll post ‘em. If there is something you would like to see let me know.

I found a nice spanking story and got premission from the author to post it.

Punished Wife by Victoria Wood:

Val was sitting on the bed reading in her nightgown, dreading the sound of footsteps on the stairs. She had been a very bad girl, and her husband was no doubt going to spank her bare bottom until she could barely sit down. She would cry and cry, but he would show no mercy. He was strict and never let her off the hook. But he was sexy and powerful and charismatic and wealthy – and she loved him. There is no way she would ever give him up, even if it meant a lifetime of punishment. She would just have to learn to behave herself better than she had for the last two years.

Michael entered the room and saw his beautiful wife sitting on the bed, but he was not moved. She had disobeyed him and was in serious trouble. Pretty soon, he would have her over his knee, watching her sweet white bottom turning crimson, as she cried and pleaded and squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away from the hairbrush or the paddle or the belt. He hadn’t quite decided. But one thing was clear. She needed to be taught a serious lesson. Why did she have such a hard time understanding who was boss in their marriage? (more…)

I found another great spanking story, I really like this one because it is a beach spanking and because it involves a belt. I found this on Bonnies blog – someday, I hope my spanking blog is as cool as hers!

On this night, the roar of the ocean seemed to be reduced to a gentle purr. The tide was out and the moon was full. The fresh breeze caused me to shiver ever so slightly, as much with anticipation as in reaction to the cool night air.

Across the broad beach and down to the water’s edge my lover led me. Not a word was spoken. Not a word was required. He knew well the carnal desires we share. The time to unleash them was nearly at hand.

The cold sand compressed beneath my bare feet, seemingly determined to delay my moment of truth. I too was determined. We had waited too long for this moment. There could be no turning back. Fate lay before me in the lapping waves.

Upon reaching land’s end, I silently removed my clothing. My lover positioned me at the very point where the waves were breaking. He gestured for me to lie on my front with my head facing the shore. Over and over, the chilly sea water surrounded me and then receded. In the waves, I felt suddenly one with the mother of us all. It was a peaceful, reassuring thought.

My consciousness was swiftly returned to the here and now by the familiar sound of a gentleman’s leather belt snaking its way toward liberation. My lover intended to spank me here in the water. I knew this, yet somehow, the notion seemed strangely novel. I craved the sweet release, yet I wasn’t certain I was prepared for the requisite pain.

Read the rest at My Bottom Smarts

I found some great spanking stories at Jujubees site. I particulary like this one because it involves a belt – which is my favorite impliment.

Celia lifted her ruffled petticoat. “Don’t make me remind you to get your bloomers out of the way” He said sternly fingering the belt and gritting his teeth as he watched her bare her bottom for him.

Celia’s hands trembled as she parted her bloomers so that her bare bottom was fully exposed. She cursed herself for being nervous as she bent over with her hands on the chair. She had been punished by Max on a regular basis ever since she was sixteen years old. He demanded complete obedience and compliance from his whores.

“I hate to do this Celia” Max said, though his words did not sound sincere.

Celia wanted to beg for him to let her transgression slide just once or for him to give her a less harsh punishment, but she knew he wouldn’t allow that. Max was known for whipping his whores firmly and frequently, and although Celia was his favorite, even she could not escape his retribution.

“Hold still and don’t make a sound or I’ll make you truly sorry” Max warned.

He didn’t need to remind her, she knew full well what the rules were. “Yes sir” she choked in a dry and feeble voice. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was fully aware of just how sorry he was about to make her.

SMACK! The crack of the belt struck her bare flesh. Her eyes closed and her lips quivered as the pain began to sink in. She knew better than to make a sound. Her hands gripped the base of the chair firmly and she willed herself to remain still.

SMACK! The second strike landed with equal intensity. “If I ever catch you buying dope again, I’ll – “SMACK! He didn’t bother to finish his sentence.

Continued