Wednesday, August 27, 2014

More Questions

Meredith over at New Twist After All These Years  came up with a fun list of questions. Not 92, thank goodness! I thought they were pretty interesting so I've posted them below with my answers. Please feel free to use them on your blog, and if you like, answer the last one as a comment here.


Do your eyes light up when he comes to you? Like a deer in the headlights.

What sports do you watch together? None. On Sunday, he watches football upstairs and I watched PVR'd shows downstairs.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is lingerie when it usually ends up on the floor? 3

Do you watch Netflix's House of Cards? We've seen season 1 on DVDs from the library. We have also seen the original version on BBC starring Ian Richardson. This week we are watching seasons 1 and 2 of Enlightened with Laura Dern. It's excellent!

What outdoor activity do you do together? Walking and gardening

What is his dream vacation? Travelling to Prince Edward Island

What is your dream vacation? Visiting Britain

What is your favorite book of all time? I've just finished reading a biography of Alf Wight, the author who wrote under the pen name James Herriot, so I'd have to say that All Creatures Great and Small and subsequent books are high on my list of favourites.

What was your last argument about? I can't remember. We never argue; I just say "Yes, Sir".

Are there any words you use that he does not like? He would not be pleased if I told him to f*** off.

Do you have any restrictions about internet time? Ron gets upset if I'm on too long, so I restrict my time to two hours before breakfast (I'm up early with the dogs) and a quick look after lunch.

Do you have a phobia? Spiders. We have giant garden spiders in the fall that build huge webs all around the house. I have to be careful when I open the door in the morning not to walk into them.

When do you melt into his arms? When he slaps my bottom

Are you watching Outlander? It just started last Sunday and it's programmed into the PVR, but I haven't watched it yet. I didn't care for the book but am anxious to see how they do the spanking scenes.

Does your HoH have a motto? "It's time"

What is your question for me?



From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

From the Top Shelf - Getting Away

"Getting Away" is a story by Lay Lawrence, from a spanking compendium by Lawrence and E. Edmund Debarquet called So Spank Me. It has more elements of BDSM and sexual activity than most stories I post here, and I have had to edit some of the more offensive (to me, anyway) language and remove some overly graphic passages. Not to worry; there's still plenty left to titillate.

The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside. No one followed so I pressed the button for the fourth floor. The moment the steel doors closed, you smiled. Swiftly, remarkably deftly, you unbuttoned my top to reveal my naked breasts. The elevator pinged as we reached our destination. You posed a question.

"Do you think there will be someone there?"

I replied with utter certainty. "Yes."

The doors opened and we stepped out into a narrow, windowless hall where an East Indian maid clattered a cart load of cleaning necessities, barring our way with mundane unconcern. Smartly wrapping my top across my chest, I stifled a giggle and squeezed past the woman whose life did not, would not, could never involve clandestine sadomasochistic liaisons in drab inner city hotels.

I like to be beaten with a riding crop.

You used the plastic key card to open the final door, the door to all earthly delights and unsuitable, improbable passions.

I like to be slapped with the palm of your hand.

We started doing this last Halloween, after several months of virtual correspondence, courting one another on the world wide web. I sent you web cam snapshots... I named you my Satyr. When you took your son to Florida, I sent you my panties care of your hotel. Silk boxers rewarded my gift of musky lace...

We sat down on the nubbly couch and I squirmed onto your lap, letting my shirt fall open again, my big soft tits hanging loose. I wasn't wearing panties and my thin skintight leggings were little barrier to feeling the hardness in your crotch. I live to make you hard. I sat on your knee and put my arms about your neck.

"Shall I give you a lap dance, sir?"

"Why not?"

You're always so restrained, a little reserved, as if you're holding something back. I like that. Slowly, sensuously, I began to grind my pussy against the steadily swelling bulge in your crotch.

"You're getting hard, sir!"

I giggled and threw my head back, arching my spine, thrusting my wobbling breasts towards your chest. You sat, quite impassive, like a real guy in a gentlemen's club, who knows that he can enjoy the view but should not touch the merchandise. Your cock was a hard, fat cylinder between my spandexed thighs. I stroked his length with my mound of Venus, giving him a firm massage.

"Am I a naughty girl, sir?"

You did not reply but smiled enigmatically. Teasingly, I slipped my cotton shirt down to reveal my soft white shoulders. I turned my head to one side, letting my hair fall in a gentle wave, glinting auburn and gold in the bright summer light. Still, you did not move, nor touch me, nor speak. I wondered what it took to drive you wild. I increased the pace of my dance, tossed the shirt on the floor and pressed my boobs against your face. Your hard dark stubble felt sharp on the delicate flesh... Almost lazily, you took one nipple into your mouth and sucked... Moaning softly, I pushed my fingers through your hair as you suckled on me, fully immersed in the hot velvet of your tongue. Then the tip of one finger found my anus and I cried out.

"Oh, please… Please…"

You know how to torment a girl.

"Take off your leggings and sit on that desk."

I looked questioningly into your eyes. You merely nodded at the desk. Slowly, I eased myself off your lap, then self-consciously peeled off the black spandex pants that clung to the wet place between my legs. No panties. Naked. My raunchy striptease bravado dissolved as I stood before you on the rug. You crossed your legs and folded your arms across your chest.

"What did I just tell you to do?"

"Oh. Sit on the desk."

"Then do it."

"Yes, sir."

My face was flushed as I pushed aside the large 'phone book and settled myself on the leather trimmed blotting pad. The long, fine net curtains blew gently in the breeze and I shivered, suddenly almost cold. My nipples, already swollen from your attentions, firmed a little more. You placed one hand under your chin, as if thinking hard.

"I want you to think about punishment, Jay. In a few minutes, I am going to take off my belt and strap your bare bottom until you cry. Until I do so, you will sit quietly and think about what is coming to you. And when I have finished, I'm going to parade you on the balcony for all to see. Think about that too."

I could not look at you. My heart was beating so fast and so hard that my breasts shook slightly with the pulsing rhythm. My hands were on my thighs, palms turned downwards, moistening rapidly... There was a radio alarm clock on the bedside table and I watched the red numbers slowly change. The room was quiet but for the distant hum of traffic, the city sounds. My mouth was dry and I thought of the wine I had brought, your favorite, a dry French red.

"Right."

My heart leapt as I heard you unbuckle your belt and slide it slowly through the loops of your pants. Although I did not watch, I knew you were doubling it. You crossed the room, grasped my ankles in one large hand. Suddenly, I lay on my back on the large flat desk, my legs held high like a snared hare in a hunter's cache. You towered over me, huge, invincible and I closed my eyes, my whole body quivering at the prospect of the strap.

"Are you a tease, Jay?"

Your voice was distant and cold. My stomach seemed to turn to water and I could not speak.

"A naughty girl?"

I gasped as your fingers probed my pussy, then my ass.

"How many men have you been with?"

I groaned as you withdrew your hand from my crotch and slapped me hard across one trembling buttock.

"I'll show you what I do with naughty girls."

There was a brief, terrifying pause, then I heard you grunt and the belt hit the backs of my thighs with a resounding crack. I cried out in pain and tried to evade the next stroke but you simply held my ankles in a tighter grasp, raising my bottom up into the air, legs over my head. Each time you whipped me with the strap, I screamed, my entire body jolting with the cutting lash which felt hot and sharp and heavy all at once.

"Oh, please, sir!"

You're so much stronger than I am, there was no way I could wriggle out of your steely grip. Up went my legs, pink and bare and plump, exposing my rapidly reddening buttocks to the searing caress of your belt. I know you like it when I try to struggle. You'd hate to have a passive sub. Like me, you enjoy a bit of a fight, a tussle, but your sheer dimensions put me at a physical disadvantage. Helplessly, I beat the palms of my hands against the sides of the desk, savoring the thrill of being caught. I'm the kind of girl who loves a rape fantasy and you love to oblige.

"Your pussy is dripping."

I didn't remove all of my pubic hair, as you don't care for that nude, prepubescent look, but I took off as much as I could. My pubis was round, pink, plump, smooth, with just a dusting of fine golden curls. My syrupy cleft was open to you... like ripening fruit. I wriggled my bottom and gasped at the sharpness of your heavy leather belt. After a time, you paused and smiled.

"You should see your ass. It's scarlet."

I looked up at you, looming over me with implement in hand. You like to whip me in the supine position so you can see the pained expressions on my face. You enjoy the blushing, the grimaces, the occasional tears. You also like to have full access to me.

"Yes, let's take a good look at that stinging rear."

You're very much into humiliation. Slowly, a little shakily, I clambered down from the desk and you walked me to a nearby door. Beyond the billowing net curtain, there was a balcony, overlooked by other hotels and apartment buildings. You looked down at me and grinned. You were clothed, in cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt. I was naked.

"First, look in the mirror, Jay."

There was a full-length looking glass on the wall and I stared at the white skinned creature with the burning face. Embarrassed, I tried to avert my gaze but you placed your hands on either side of my head and made me look. Then you turned me around, so my rear faced the mirror.

"Bend forward and look between your legs."

I did as I was instructed, clasping my ankles, seeing a vista of crimson buttocks. You say I have a lovely bottom, like one of Rubens' less corpulent models. It looked rather plump from my lowly viewpoint but deliciously chastised. It throbbed rhythmically, stung with the divine needling of a dozen hornets, felt as centrally heated as if two little furnaces belched out their fire just above my thighs. Mmm.

"Now, let's exhibit you to the populace."

I groaned, inwardly. I haven't quite decided if I'm an exhibitionist or not. I can see the attraction but, well, I maintain a modest side. Really.

You pushed me out onto the balcony, a little cool and breezy on a west coast summer afternoon. I could feel the fine sea mist drifting in from English Bay. Above me, to the left, was a tall hotel, its many windows a hundred voyeuristic eyes all focused upon my trembling, shivering form.

...You gestured to a plastic chair and I sat down, wondering what dastardly scheme you had devised to torment me. From your pants pocket you extracted three silk scarves, the ones you gave me as secret bondage props. One for the wrists, two for the ankles. You like my hands together and my legs spread wide. Swiftly, you bound my wrists behind the back of the chair, then you paused to appraise your captive nude. My burning bottom felt lovely against the cool smoothness of the plastic chair. High up above us, faint voices emanated from another balcony on the nearby hotel. Smiling, you lifted my legs and placed my feet upon the steel rail of our balcony.

"Spread 'em."

I opened my legs, stretched up and out, an inner city panorama between my glistening thighs. Quickly, you wrapped the remaining scarves about my ankles and then tied them, like little silky slings, around the balcony rail.

"Now, everyone can see..."

My body was a rippling ocean of goose flesh, my nipples full and firm. I looked down at my breasts, at my belly...I could barely wriggle an inch, such was the tension of my bondage, my legs stretched straight and opened wide, exposing me to an urban world of restaurants and clubs and bars.

"Perhaps I should charge. A peep show. Now, there's an idea. But there's something missing."

Suddenly my world became dark and I realized that you'd slipped a blindfold over my head. Your voice continued, calm and conversational.

"That's better. Now, I think I'll get my book."

I strained to listen as you stepped back into our room, but could hear nothing but the distant hum of the traffic, a faint clattering of pans from the open kitchen door of a nearby restaurant. Voices drifted upwards, every juvenile hoot seemingly directed at my plight. But how visible was I? To someone with binoculars, very much so. To the average Joe in the street, I could be sunbathing in pink. Most likely, he wouldn't even see me, oblivious with his own concerns.

"A fascinating vista, is it not?"

A prolonged scene of sexual teasing, tension and ultimate release follows, which, dear readers, you would find too explicit. You would, wouldn't you? If not, you'll just have to use your imagination. Finally, the spell is broken.

I heard you step into our room and there was the faint, cheerful fumble and pop of a bottle being opened. Your voice returned to the doorway.

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

Soon, we'd have to return to our everyday lives. But we have our wild weekends, you and I, like so many others who cannot live the BDSM life 24/7. We have "vanilla" partners, unmet needs. There are plenty of reasons for weekend kink. It's a compromise, I suppose, but many of us realize our darker proclivities fairly well on in life, after other choices have been made.

You raised my blindfold but didn't bother untying my hands.

Carefully, you put the glass to my lips and I took a sip.

"Well, um – bottoms up!"

I snorted at your witticism and the luscious Burgundy surged up my nose, rushed down my chin and spattered my breasts.


From Hermione's Heart

Monday, August 25, 2014

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 24

Our topic of advice to new bloggers gave us all some food for thought.

Wilma: I would tell them to be as honest and true to themselves and in their writing if they want to receive the most out of their blogging experience.

As far as etiquette goes, answer your comments. People take time to offer support and advice. Take the time to thank them. I understand that some times it is difficult to answer, so during those times, just say that at the start of your next post. As Rogue once said, "It is polite to speak when spoken too"

If you want more readers, comment more on others' blogs. You don't have to link your blog in their comment box, just have your blogger id linked to your blog. Other bloggers will follow you 'home'. Don't be shy if you don't think what you have to say is valuable. A simple, "Hello and I understand" will work.

Chickadee: I was going to say what willie said, but she of course says it much better than I ever could :-)

Also, it's okay to have a fiction blog, or for it to be real life, or a combination of the two. Out of consideration for your readers, you should make it clear what each post is. There was a blog I thought was real, only to find out it wasn't. It was just a odd feeling. There wasn't deception, I just misunderstood what it was.

And then being honest goes without saying... if you claim it's real and want to build real-life friendships, it had better be real.

Autumn: Comment, comment, comment. The more you comment on others' blogs, the more they can get to know you. And for gosh sake, acknowledge when someone comments on your blog!

Arched one: I don't have a blog so maybe I shouldn't comment. But I do read a lot of blogs and know what I like to read. Let me say that I am in a spanking relationship my wife spanks me. I have to agree with what has been posted so far and for me I love to read what is really going on in a spanking relationship. There are fiction sites all over the net and myself I don't care to read fiction on a blog unless it's related to what goes on in your real life.

Dan: Don't try to appeal to the masses. Don't feel pressured into expressing views that aren't your own. It's more important to have a small community of readers who like and respect each others' views than to try to cater to every interest. And, some readers of kinky blogs are pretty dictatorial about the rules or definitions that they think apply. Don't put up with that. It's your blog. If someone doesn't like what you or another reader is expressing, they can go somewhere else. And, one I learned from personal experience, and which Hermione gave me wise advice about: Don't respond to pests. It just gives them a microphone. Just delete each of the offending comments until they either get the message or leave.

One technical recommendation: The "Pages" function in Blogger allows you to create topic tabs that take readers to different pages. I think it really helps structure the blog and allow people to find the content they are searching for.

Minelle: I would encourage everyone to do it your way! Try and have fun. We are all different!
Always be respectful even when you disagree. Comments that belittle or denigrate another are just wrong. Thoughtful discussion and varying opinions are always welcome and appreciated!
This is a wonderful community of support!

Cat: It's your blog - post what you want with no apologies. But remember, when you post something, you are inviting comments unless you turn them off. Be open to receiving all kinds of feedback, honestly consider it all and reply politely even if you don't agree.

Leigh: Like in life, if it sounds too good or bad to be true, it usually is. Take everything you read with a grain of salt and don't compare with anyone else - you are an original and not like anyone else so why would their exact dynamic work for you.

Rollin: All of the above are good comments. I'll add two ideas. First, a blog should be content rich, that is, it should give readers the substance of what they are looking for. Too many blogs are thin promotional vehicles for commercial endeavors or have little of interest to say.

Second, update often. Once you get a following they will come back regularly, but you have to constantly add content.

And yeah, comment on other people's blogs frequently.

Ronnie: Make it your blog be true and don't compare yourself with others. Make sure you reply to all comments. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask this is a wonderful community.

Bonnie: For the past few years, I've directed readers to this post. I think most of it still makes sense.

Beyond that, I suggest that blogging life is an extension of real life. Common sense rules should apply in both places. Don't believe a story from an online person that you wouldn't believe from a real life person. Equally important, don't let anyone treat you or speak to you online in ways that you won't accept elsewhere. Being online is not a valid excuse for rudeness, abusiveness, stupidity, or deception.
 
Hermione: After rereading the post that Bonnie mentioned above, there's not much I can add. But I will say this: don't be shy. Many new bloggers often feel intimidated by the established group of bloggers and are afraid to comment because they aren't part of the group. Everyone is welcome to join our spanking blogger family. We are a friendly, accepting group of individuals who welcome newbies. So jump right in, introduce yourself on your favourite blogs, and you'll soon be part of the group too.


Thanks, everybody, for those words of wisdom. I hope they help our new and not so new bloggers alike.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #34

Last week our good friend Bonnie let it be known that although My Bottom Smarts is officially closed, the two blogrolls are very much alive and well. She is adding new blogs on a weekly (and sometimes daily) basis. So it seems that blogging is still a very popular activity among us spankos.

What words of advice or encouragement do you have for the newest members of our blogging community? Are there any tips for new bloggers that you have discovered and would like to share? What about the pitfalls, and what to avoid?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, August 23, 2014

You Completed the Caption




This stream of photos begged for some play by play commentary. Here's what you said:


Nina: Catch me if you can! If you can, you may spank me! Please!

Ronnie: Its the other guy I wanted to chase me but never mind - you'll do.

Minelle: "It was a dare! I was just playing around!"
"Fine because now I'm going to.....dare to spank you!"

Autumn: Good game, Cabrera!
Give me one more minute, I'm almost done!
Good game, LaRoche!
I spanked you, now it's your tuuuuuurn!

Leigh: #1 I've always wanted to pinch that butt.

Katie: Don't mess with me Buddy! I'm on a spanking scavenger hunt and my team is going in for the win!

A. Lurker: Who's on first?

Paddlingtown Women Spank Their Men: In local sports news, the Paddlingtown women’s baseball team walloped the men’s team 2 to 1 last night thanks to Ima “Bottoms Up” Bratt who lead the scoring with a 2-run base hit. The victory was especially joyous for the women because they had been at the bottom of the league for many years and this win will put them on top. Rock “Slap Happy” Butt was overheard saying, after the game, “Enjoy it now coz next time we will whip your arses and it will be painful.”

Han: Cute butt...
Oh no, not finished yet...
Will you marry me?
Wait, he said yes!

Measha: Have you seen their butts!? They are begging to be pinched!

Catch me if you can!!!

Ricky: He chased her until she caught him.
She's so sweet and adorably bratty! She's just asking for a good
spanking!

Sir Wendel: Strolling through the park one day.
Spanking all the guys that play.

Dr. Ken: Same caption for photos 2 and 4:

"Nooooo! I don't want a spanking!!"

Hermione: The bases were loaded but suddenly no one seemed to care about stealing home.


From Hermione's Heart

Friday, August 22, 2014

Friday FUN

There's no way these are FAILs. They're just too funny!


 Mmm, I'd like to see Ron in a pair of those





 What every road construction needs





 What if they don't fit?





 So unfortunate





 Someone's going to get an "F" for that piece of handiwork





I really can't imagine what might be in that box


Don't forget to Complete the Caption!

From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Complete the Caption




As a special treat I have a series of photos for you to caption. I found these as a set and couldn't decide which one to use, so I thought it would be fun for you to see them all. Someone is intent on disturbing a baseball game, don't you think?

Complete the caption (for one photo or all four - that's up to you) by leaving a comment, and I will publish your commentaries in an upcoming post.

From Hermione's Heart