Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! Enjoy the partying and be safe!
I make no apology for that awful title 😀
Happy Russia to all my Russian friends! Have some Napolyeon tort and medovukha on me! За ваше здоровье !
It seems a certain tourists can’t stop angering Russian people, lately!
One is never enough! It’s nice to do a bit of colour work again
And I couldn’t resist ^^
The original lineart:
To be honest, I appreciate spankings much more when there is a reason behind them. It might not be a very serious reason, and it sometimes it can be a game to pretty much invent one in the spur of the moment, but I find that it brings so much more to the experience than a simple, ‘just for fun’ spanking.
Maybe it’s because I have known some very playful spankees for whom the threat of a spanking to come was just as fun as the spanking itself; maybe it’s because of these games of hide and seek, of playful banter and exasperation that culminates in a —well deserved by then— reddening of buttocks. It may also be that enjoying hurting someone is easier to accept when the hurting seems justified (no unwilling cheeks were hurt in the making of this post), but that’s a topic for another day.
Of course, spanking isn’t one thing. There isn’t one spanking, there are spankings, plural, and they come in many shades of red. Depending on the reason, on the occasion, on the spankee and on the spanker, there will be many ways to enjoy and punish as is fit. There is a simple pleasure in pale cheeks turning red (or dark cheeks, all skin tones are welcome), in resistance giving way, in breathing becoming harder as the burning increases. I hope that for the spankees, there is something also in having a fault, however small, being expiated, forgiven and forgotten. A clean slate for a red bottom, it seems a fair trade.
It’s not to say that funishment is not… well, fun; but it’s always nice to have a scolding to accompany the smacks, like lyrics to the music, if you will. Isn’t it?