Monday, October 22, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 21

What kind of spanking stories do you prefer?

QBuzz: Having trawled through a lot of classic spanking stories on various blogs, I have to confess that I most like ones that contain a strong hint of or actual sex scenes (especially if it involves adultery/cuckolding) either towards the end after the spanking or as part of the reason for punishment

Anon 1: A cuckold accepting his woman's need for more than he is providing. Perhaps a bull setting rules for his behavior with wife. Actually anything that forces a person to confront their own fantasies
and make them a reality.

Arched one: As a submissive husband I like stories where she is scolding him prior to spanking putting him in an embarrassing position and scolding as she spanks and I like it when she asks if he needs more he says yes and she says ask for it.

Princessimp: I tend to seek out "daddy daughter," "protector/protectee," or husband/wife contemporary domestic discipline type stories. I like some ageplay stories, but they often veer into direction that I don't like as much. Western and/or sci fi stories generally do not appeal to me.

Roz: I prefer more contemporary romance or d/d stories where there is a real connection between the couple. Sci-fi and vampires etc generally do not appeal.

Yorkie: I love the erotic ones. No punishment, no role play, just the sweet, sweet need for a darn good spanking.

Bogey: I am with Yorkie. Call it erotic, romantic, sensual. Boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, both enjoy it. These stories are rare.

Jack: I have always had a desire to be spanked. Single, I would enjoy reading of wives who spanked their husbands. Women who were very Motherly, spankings were for punishment and afterwards explain why a spanking was needed. I found myself being that male over that woman's lap, soon acting like a little child, squirming, kicking, pleading. Afterwords facing the wall then being consoled by my wife as to why I needed to be spanked. Her words would be "naughty little boy", "Mommy knows what is best". Today I have found such a woman, my wife, she understands the need to spank me. Over time I have begin to call her Mommy, she likes that, reminds me that Mommies spank naughty little boys. The spankings are always over her lap, bare bottom, and when I really start to squirm, the spanking begins. When I was single I would sit in the tub, and masturbate, the more "motherly" the woman was the longer I would hold back and dream I was that male over her lap getting a spanking, felt so good. Today over my wife's lap I have learned that once I starting squirming and pleading she then begins the spanking. I would not change a thing, "My Mommy" knows what is best for me and for our marriage to work.

Baxter: I agree with many comments above. The stories I like are full of description of the interaction between spanker and spankee and the progression of the story up to the actual spanking and then how it is transpiring and the aftermath. If I am aroused significantly, then it is a good story and most are. The stories I don't like are those that go into peripheral and collateral details that have nothing to do with the plot and typically I either skip ahead to the real event or I simply stop reading. The job of the author is to keep the reader engaged. I have written spanking stories for myself based on a real event that is fictionalized and I think they are good and keep me interested, even tho I wrote it.

Liza: I prefer contemporary stories with husbands and wives. It doesn't matter if the spankings are for discipline or foreplay. I dislike ageplay stories.

Barrel: As my wife is the disciplinarian in our family, I enjoy stories where the wife/SO mentally prepares her mate for his impending spankings. Head space preparation and mental acceptance is not only erotic, but motivational for us, highlighted with the spankee’s resolution to submit. Her use of several implements reveals her conviction to change his behavior, which is where we are, even after 40 years of marriage. I dislike younger age play stories.

Ronnie: Contemporary d/d stories. Disciplinary/erotic/foreplay. Don't mind western but don't like Sci-fi.

Hermione: As you can probably guess, I enjoy stories of naughty, nearly-grownup boys and girls getting the cane, paddle or strap from a headmaster or principal. When I was a child I devoured British school stories and and always hoped there would be a spanking scene or five. There rarely was. I prefer not to read stories that contain any real violence (rape, injury to other body parts, blood).
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #250

Welcome to my favourite time of the week, when we all get together to talk about our common interest in TTWD. Today's question was inspired in several ways, most notably by a recent post written by PK, a long-time blogger and published author of spanking stories. There are many different kinds of spanking stories: Western, historical, contemporary and fantasy to name a few. The relationships between spanker and spankee are infinite: teacher and student, master or mistress and servant, husband and wife, and the list goes on. The story can be serious or sexy, with spanking for discipline or as foreplay. Some involve other elements of BDSM, ageplay, or other kinks.

When you choose a spanking story, what are you looking for? What excites you the most? What type of story do you avoid or choose not to read?

Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to reply.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, October 19, 2018

Friday FAIL

There are some photos that simply shouldn't be shared. The next time you attend a wedding, think twice before sharing shots like these:

Oh, well, go on then!
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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 2

Last week we met Jane and her three friends, who have all been grounded after trying to sneak into a club with fake IDs provided by Jane's brother. But Jane is going to the prom after all, after receiving a spanking and caning from her Aunt Martha. The other girls think this would be a preferable punishment, so Lynne approaches her mother with the suggestion.

“Mom, I’d like to talk to you about the prom.” Lynne’s mom was making dinner. She quizzically regarded her offspring.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re not going.”

“Please hear me out, mom,” pleaded Lynne. The story poured out. Mary Crane listened almost in disbelief to the crazy tale recounted by her daughter.

“So what are you saying? You want to take a…a spanking as punishment so you can go to the prom? No. That’s utterly ridiculous. You’re way too old for that.” But even as she said it, she realized that wasn’t right. The problem was that she was still a child, legally, and that in trying to act fully grown she had committed a crime. Maybe, just maybe, a juvenile treatment like this might be appropriate.

She turned at looked her daughter in the eye. “Ok, Lynne. If you are really serious about this I’ll talk to the other mothers…and Mrs. Hastings-Tyne.”

“Oh, thank you, mom! Yes, talk to them.” For the first time since the whole horrid incident, a ray of hope.

Don’t thank me yet, daughter, she thought to herself. Lynne had never been physically punished, but she had.Mary Crane remembered her mother’s stout hairbrush all too well.

* * *

The conversations with the other moms was eye opening. All three of the friends had told their mothers the same story and when they all got together they tentatively agreed to approach Fiona Hastings-Tyne collectively. Jane had urged her friends to try this and their mothers had apparently agreed.

“Yes,” said Fiona a few days later. They had agreed to meet at the local country club for lunch. “Jane made this request. Harold and I talked it over and we agreed that if Jane would accept this punishment willingly, then we’d allow her to go to the prom. After all, punishment is punishment and one type will work as well as another.” Then she chuckled. “I think after her experience with Aunt Martha she won’t be trying to crash any more night clubs until she’s of age.”

“Who exactly is Aunt Martha?” asked Vicki Terril, Lisa’s mom.

Fiona told them. “Martha Grenly retired here some years ago. She is my oldest sister. For many years she was head mistress at The Crossley School for girls in a small village in Scotland. It was a very private and exclusive school for very wealthy or connected families, but very strict as well. It was a boarding school. There is still this belief among the British upper crust of society that if you’re born into a life of wealth and comfort that you should go through no small amount of hell in the form of boarding school. So Crossley fit the bill. Among other things, corporal punishment was employed there. As head mistress my sister frequently carried it out, so she knows what she is about. When Jane made her request Harold and I both thought, ‘we’ll send her to Aunt Martha’. We certainly had never laid a hand on Jane and wouldn’t know how to begin now. Martha, on the other hand knows all about it.”

It was an animated discussion that followed, but it ultimately led to an overriding question. “Would Aunt Martha be willing to act for all of us, sort of—what do you call that—in loco….parentis, that’s it,” said Terri’s mom, Barbara Boswell.

Fiona said, “I can ask.”

* * *

“So you want me to act in loco parentis for you all? Do I understand that right?” The girls’ mothers were all seated having tea at the home of Fiona Hastings with Martha Grenly. She was a large woman, solidly built, not fat. She was in her fifties with close cropped dark hair showing tints of gray. They’d chatted for a bit and then Mary Crane steered the conversation around to the subject at hand.

“I’ll have to tell you, I was floored when Lynne proposed this, but she had talked to Jane and then the girls talked to each other, and, well, I guess they all want to go to the prom so badly that they are apparently willing to suffer the indignity of a childhood punishment if that means they can go.”

Aunt Martha shook her head. Young girls these days. “In my day we did use corporal punishment as perhaps Fiona told you. I was a matron, then a teacher and finally headmistress at Crossley, and it was certainly the best way to curb girlish shenanigans and foolishness. I never liked to spank the girls but sometimes I thought it was for the best.”

“How exactly did you do it?” asked Barbara.

“There were two levels of punishment. The first could be a simple spanking—this was mainly for the maintenance of discipline in the boarding school— disobedience after lights out, pillow fights that got out of hand, that sort of thing. A more formal punishment was the cane. That was reserved for more serious offenses like insubordination, cheating, leaving school grounds.”

Vicki chimed in. “We understand when Jane was punished she got both.”

“Yes. In my opinion what she did was serious and merited a rather severe punishment—especially one that would allow her to go to all these big social functions. That’s a large bill to pay, given her crime.” she chuckled. “A girl at Crossley might have been expelled for that.”

“What would you propose for our girls, then?” asked Vicki.

Aunt Martha thought for a moment. “It would have to be a rather formal punishment, I should think, given the gravity of the situation. And I think it should be a group event. I’d propose that we all convene right here if Fiona agrees.” Fiona nodded. “The girls would have to cooperate fully. I would take them one at a time and give each a thorough spanking. I’d let them recover from that a bit and then call them in one at a time into a private room or study where each would have to bend and take a good hard six strokes with my school cane. That is what Jane got and I think it appropriate.”

The mothers now were nodding in assent. This was sounding better and better. “How should they be dressed for this, er, little ceremony?”

“I’d recommend proper dresses, not too long, not tight--- to make the adjustment of clothing easiest. Certainly no jeans or other sloppy clothing. This is a formal ritual and should be treated with some measure of decorum.”

“Adjustment of clothing?” asked Barbara.

“Yes. They should be punished on their bare bottoms. Bare always gets the best results,” said Aunt Martha adamantly.

* * *

Now, everything you’ve heard so far was told to me by my sister Jane. We’re twins you know. She tells me everything. I’m Reggie Hastings—hullo. Anyway she was privy to everything the girls said as well as the meeting with Aunt Martha. And when I heard all this, well, you can imagine how my mind was racing. Not to mention some other parts. What a show. I had to see it. These girls were some of the prettiest girls at the high school—real hotties, you know? I knew I didn’t have too much time, but I’m a bit of a tech geek as Jane will tell you.

Where would they do it, that was the question? I figured it had to be the front parlor and the study, nothing else made sense. So with carefully concealed lenses hooked to various recoding devices and remote controls I prepared to film an epic to rival Spielberg.

* * *

Lynne waited expectantly for her mother to return. She knew she had been to a meeting at Jane’s house and she knew why they were meeting. She saw her mother’s car drive up. This is it, she thought. The prom. All her hopes.

“You’d better sit down to hear this, Lynne.” They sat at the kitchen table. Lynne was on the edge of her seat. “First of all, I will tell you that you will be allowed to go to the prom…”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you, thank you!” Lynne was elated.

“Wait,” she said, holding her hand up. “You haven’t heard the rest of it. I was about to say, if….”

“If what?” Lynne was now apprehensive.

“If you cooperate fully and accept your punishment as we have planned.”

“What does that mean? Are you…going to spank me?” Now the reality was beginning to intrude.

“Not me. Aunt Martha. All of us moms have agreed and Jane’s Aunt Martha has agreed to be our, sort of, enforcer.
Just so the punishment is fair and the same for all of you.”

Lynne’s face was a mask of confusion.

“We will all meet at Mrs. Hasting’s house. Each of you will willingly accept a sound spanking from Aunt Martha. After a brief period this will be followed by six strokes with an English school cane. It will be the same punishment as your friend Jane received, so don’t look at me like that. That will wipe the slate clean. But I warn you Lynne, any hesitation, any
faltering, any refusal to cooperate fully and the whole thing is off. You will obey Aunt Martha to the letter. It will be humiliating; it will be painful, no doubt. But it’s now up to you.”

Oh my gosh, thought Lynne. A spanking from a strange woman with her friends and their moms watching and then six strokes with a cane. She’d never seen a cane but Jane said it was like a stout switch. She could imagine what that was going to feel like. But she had to, she just had to.

“Ok, mom. I will accept the punishment.”

“It’s going to hurt, Lynne. You’ll have to be brave.” She smoothed her child’s hair affectionately.

“Yes, mom. I’ll try.”

How brave will Lynne really be once the hairbrush is put into action? I'm aftraid you will have to wait until next week to find out.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, October 15, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 14

Do you have any nicknames for your implements?

Yorkie: I never thought of that to be honest. I might have to think of some names but I'm sure my wife won't remember them!

Roz: That's a fun question Hermione. Sadly I don't have a fun answer, we haven't named any implements.

Bogey: Most of ours have descriptive names. Nothing clever. Principals, Teachers, Red, Holey, etc.

Jack: If “Mrs Hairbrush” counts that is the only name I know of. My wife states that when I’m going to be getting a spanking. “Mrs Hairbrush” is needed again and I dread those words.

Princessimp: We have a "domestic discipline paddle" from the London Tanners. Does "that big, bad, mean, awful paddle" count as a name? Yikes.

NoraJean: No special names here as yet ... except maybe to note that 'the' belt, although no longer one that Frank wears, is still mentioned as being 'his' belt. Maybe its that personal connection that makes it my dreaded favourite :))

Sir Wendel: The Misses refers to our paddle as the “big boy” once in a while.

Minelle: No names...but I say ‘Ronnie’s spoon, or Blondie's paddle, Sunny’s present, Cat’s gift—or- well you get my point! Lol

Bernie: "Blackie" was the name coined for the Neoprene paddle we got 15 - 20 years ago. The name was usually used in a statement like "Blackie will be paying you a visit when you get home."

Ronnie: There is only one of our implements we have a name for - 'Bogie's paddle' because it was a gift from him.

Hermione: Ron calls our dogging bat the "Weed Whacker". The black leather paddle is "Black Beauty" and the carpet beater is the "Whistler" because of the sound it makes.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #249

Welcome one and all to our spanko brunch. It's been a busy week here, and there's more to be done next week, so let's take time to relax and enjoy each other's company as we discuss this week's topic.

Have you given any of your implements pet names or nicknames? If so, who decided on the names? Are they suitable, descriptive, or just plain silly? Are the names used by both of your or by only one?

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

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, October 12, 2018

Friday FAIL

I find shopping online very convenient, and Ron never shops any other way. We both go to reputable sites to make our purchases, but things can go very wrong if you buy from people you don't know or from companies you've never heard of.

 This cat tree was obviously never meant for real, life-size cats.

 The poor guy ordered the boots at the top, but was sent the orange shoes instead. What's the return policy?

 It looked like a fine TV online in the top picture, but what arrived was a fake.

 Another case of showing an item with no way of knowing its actual size.

 Better to travel to London and buy the real thing there.

Problems with scale, part three.

Enjoy the weekend!
From Hermione's Heart