Thursday, October 30, 2014

Complete the Caption

A Hallowe'en party is always a good chance to live your fantasies for a few hours by turning yourself into someone - or something - else. Let's listen in on the conversation between these two partygoers.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will treat you to the replies in an upcoming post.

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Comments and CAPTCHA

We all love to receive comments, but unfortunately, spammers know that, and they often flood our blogs with spam that is thinly disguised as a comment, but is actually designed to advertise their websites. One way to avoid spam is by implementing word verification. A person who comments must solve a CAPTCHA before the comment will publish.

Most of us don't do that because it is a nuisance to our readers. In Blogger, the spam filters are very good at detecting spam comments, and Blogger puts these comments into the Spam folder before they ever reach your posts.

However, there has been a change at Blogger HQ. In order to thwart the spammers more severely, a new rule has been enforced. The new rule only impacts readers who wish to leave a comment anonymously. Here is what happens.

A person with a Google account who leaves a comment while logged on to that account will see this.

The reader enters a comment which is published with no further fuss.

If, on the other hand, the potential commenter chooses to comment anonymously:

that reader will then be presented with a CAPTCHA to solve.
But it doesn't happen every time. If you have a Google account and are logged on to that account, then choose to post an anonymous comment, you won't see the CAPTCHA. If you don't have a Google account, or have one but are not logged on to it, you will see the CAPTCHA.

Got it? The confusing part is that this happens regardless of whether or not the blog owner has word verification turned on. So if anyone tries to leave an anonymous comment on this blog and runs up against two illegible words, it isn't my doing. Blame Blogger and Google!

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

From the Top Shelf - The Cold, Cruel World, part 2

Last week we met Alison, a young wife entering the workforce after she and her husband separated. Her new boss, Mr. Kirkham, is a tyrant, a bully, and a stickler for punctuality. Unfortunately, Alison arrived late on her first day; she was warned that any further tardiness would lead to a good, sound caning. Let's see if Alison is on time today, in part two of R.T. Mason's story.

The opportunity arrived the very next morning. Alison caught the earlier train again but ten minutes before its destination it ground to a halt. Some fault or other. There was a 20 minute delay. She was almost hysterical by the time the train pulled in. Then the tube seemed to wait forever at every stop and, to cap it all, there was finally a several-minute stoppage along the line just before her station. Alison didn't dare look at her watch as she ran along the street as best she could on her high heels.

She did look at her watch as the elevator made its leisurely ascent to the fifth floor. It was 9:12 and she felt sick to the stomach.

Alison had her explanation ready but the words just wouldn't come out. She was struck dumb with fright.

He was standing behind his desk as he had stood on that first morning, his face set and hard. But now there was a look of gloating anticipation as well.

He said, "You heard my instructions about punctuality, Mrs Clements. Yet here you are, a quarter of an hour late on two of your three mornings. I should dismiss you immediately but what would you do then, eh?"

Alison could feel the world closing in on her. She was shaking with terror.

"I think you're trying it on with me, Mrs Clements. I think you are testing me to see if I am bluffing. Well, I shall show you that I'm not. I'm going to give you a taste of the cane."

Alison heard herself whisper, "But you can't." It seemed like someone else's voice. For the truth was, she knew he could.

"Are you arguing with me?" The cold force of Mr Kirkham's voice made Alison shiver. His chin was aggressively thrust under her nose, his jowls quivering. No, no she wasn't going to argue. Plead, perhaps...

"Oh pleeeease..." more like a squeak from a mouse than the remonstration of a mature woman.

Mr Kirkham handed her a shiny key. "Go and lock the outer door, then get in your room and take your skirt off. And then get your knickers down. Stand at your desk like that and wait there until I come in. I warned you what I would do and you've chosen to deliberately disobey my warning. Now you'll find out what the consequences are!"

Alison stood still, in shock, wondering if she dared refuse. Surely he couldn't really...

"Get in there." And Alison found herself walking, stumbling...

"And if you're not how I want you when I come in..."

She put down her handbag and looked helplessly around. It was outrageous but there was no way she could stand up to him. Tears brimming in her eyes, tears of helpless shameful impotence, Alison's shaking hands went to the zip of her skirt. She was shaking all over.

Frank Kirkham was trembling too, with lustful excitement. He had sensed his dominance over this young woman at the outset but, nonetheless, you could never be certain how these girls would react. They weren't logical, their minds worked in funny ways. But he had been pretty certain about this frightened mouse. He went to the bookshelf and took out his cane. Eyes gleaming, he slammed it down across the top of his desk with a fearsome CRACK!

Alison, in the other room, almost jumped out of her skin. She had taken her skirt off. Now, with a tearful whimper, she slid her knickers down. And then stood wringing her hands in mental anguish.

Frank Kirkham walked over and glanced through the half opened door of Alison's office. The blood pounded in his ears. Christ! He felt a furious urge to stride straight in there, but he restrained himself. Let her sweat for a bit. He went back and sat at his desk, his head full of what he had seen. The pretty little mouse standing submissively at her desk, her back towards him, with her skirt off and her pale blue knickers nestling around the tops of her thighs. A ripe pale vulnerable rump softly gleaming.

He looked at his watch. He would let her have a good ten minutes to stew. And then he would give her a good dose of what that Egyptian girl had got.

Alison stood shivering. She had expected him to come straight in, cane in hand. She blinked away more tears. It was quite unbearably humiliating standing there in front of her desk with her skirt off and her knickers down. In her suit jacket and blouse above the waist but below just her suspender belt and nylons - and her knickers humiliatingly posed around her thighs. Everything since Mark had left had been a nightmare and now she was in the worst nightmare of all. She started to sob.

It seemed to go on forever. Alison's mind began playing tricks, making her think her legs were giving way and she was about to collapse on the floor. Why am I doing this, she asked herself, why don't I simply refuse? Put my clothes back on and walk out? But Alison knew she wouldn't. She would remain standing until she literally collapsed - because she was petrified of disobeying him.

Then at last...

"Right, let's deal with you then. You're getting six strokes. Six for unpunctuality."

The harsh voice, the hypnotically intimidating presence.

"Clear your desk and lay right across it."

Alison wanted to scream, shriek - and she desperately wanted to hide her nude bottom and everything else on show from Mr Kirkham's steely gaze. Her hands came protectively behind her. Then she yelped as the cane struck stingingly across the backs of her hands.

"Cut that out and do exactly as I say!"

Alison did it - hands clumsily responding, pushing things aside, clearing a space. So that she could lie across her desk and be caned. She was crying again, tears falling on the desk. Mr Kirkham telling her to grip the far side.

"And keep still. Stick that bottom out a bit more."

Alison now sobbing with sheer fright. Her soft defenceless bottom exposed, thrust up over the edge of her desk. This couldn't be happening.


A red haze before her closed eyes. And the pain! It felt as if she had been cut in two. Alison held on for dear life as the pain welled, pulsed through her. It was maddening, fiendish, utterly ferocious. She hung on as, with a second ear splitting CRACK! the thin bamboo, once used in Egypt for caning naughty wives, sliced in again.

Alison heard herself shriek. Six, he had said. No it was impossible to take six... NO, she couldn't... four more like that was not poss...


* * *

She was feeling sort of numb. She had been feeling that way all day, ever since Mr Kirkham had done it, or at least ever since the initial biting sting had worn off. She had taken a bath earlier in the evening, a long soaking bath, and apart from that numb feeling she didn't feel as bad, strangely, as she had the previous evening. She seemed to have lost her hysterical panicky fear. It was almost as if, now the caning had happened, it had produced a kind of calmness.

Alison wasn't really feeling tired, but she did want very much to go to bed. She went much earlier than usual and then lay there awake for a long time feeling alone and scared. And something else. She felt strange. Oddly vibrant. Thinking. Wondering. Maybe her train would be late again in the morning. If it was... well there was nothing she could do about it. Mr Kirkham would presumably cane her again for lateness. It hurt terribly and it was terribly humiliating... but there were other feelings too. Alison could see how some women liked being dominated, liked being forced to submit.

He was going to cane her bare bottom again anyway, whether her train was late or not. He had told her, just before she left, that she wasn't filing things properly. And he thought he better deal with that in the morning. Alison had given him a quick, darting, nervous look and then looked away in embarrassment. Then Mr Kirkham's hand had slapped smartly across her bottom as she left the office.

Lying in the big double bed all by herself, Alison softly and continuously stroked the lumpy corrugated grid of cane welts covering both her bottom cheeks. They were sore and felt hot to her touch. She lay trembling, nude between the sheets, though she was not cold. She normally slept in a nightie but tonight she had wanted to be naked. Her mind was filled with an overwhelming sense of being alone, and torn by shocking images of what Mr Kirkham, with his paralysing dominance, had done to her.

The stripes still glowing across her bottom constantly reminded her of how easily she had submitted.

With her right hand, Alison caressed them. The tingling seemed to throb through every nerve of her body eliciting sensations everywhere. With a fresh shock - this time of guilt - she found that the fingertips of her left hand were straying down to the moistness at the base of her belly, just the way she had always wanted Mark to touch her. He was gone now, out of her life forever, and she was so in need of comfort. She made no effort to stop the teardrops dripping silently down her cheeks, thus dampening her pillow. Now there was no one to understand what she was going through.

Well now, that seems to have done the trick for Alison. Perhaps working for a tyrant would prove to be good for her.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, October 27, 2014

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 26

How do your family pets react to your spankings? Let's see what you said:

Simon: I don't have any pets but years ago I visited a Mistress who had a cat. Normally it wouldn't pay any attention to what we were up to. One day though I was tied naked to the bed,face down and Mistress had disappeared somewhere. The cat came in and decided that it would climb onto me and go to sleep, I just had to lie there as motionless as possible as I was terrified that if disturbed it would stick its claws into my already very sore bottom.When Mistress re-entered the room she burst out laughing which disturbed the cat who ran off, thankfully without sticking its claws in. We decided that cat bondage was probably not something that we would make a regular part of our sessions.

Six of the best: I am sure many a pet, if they could talk in our language would say "The cat's meow", "hot dog", "makes horse sense", "a bird's eye view", etc.

Downunder Don: I think that Jett, our rescue dog, has been subject to some sort of abuse before we got him. Consequently if there is ever a raised hand or angry word he totally freaks out. Because of that he gets a treat and is quietly locked out if there is any spanking activity happening.

Minelle: If we are in the Living Room the dogs may try and go for either of us. No teeth just plenty of aggression. They aren't sure who to protect!

mouse: We don't play around with the dogs around. Both are very protective and we never want to undermine that. 
That's also because we go pretty far beyond spanking :)

Abby: The cat does not like to be in the same room we are playing in. If we choose a room she is already settled in, she gives us a 'look' as she saunters out.

Baxter: Our Samoyed runs away to the furthest part of the house when my wife starts spanking me, or the rare time I spank my wife. The dog was abused prior to our rescue-adopting him so it is probably a natural response.

Anon: I'm happy that i don't have any pets.

Arched one: Love having coffee and listening to others comments on pets. I wonder if one had a pet that watched one being spanked would that be something like your sister-in-law or mother-in-law watching? We don't have any pets so I can't add to the comments.

Ronnie: No pets now but when we had our German Shepherd we had to lock her away in another room as she was very protective.

S: D had left me, tied over a low stool, my bare bottom really smarting from a good slippering he had given me. Then I realised that our dog, Jack was in the room; he came over to me, and started licking my burning cheeks; his gentle wet tongue had a magic, soothing effect. I purred with pleasure, and even more so when a wet cold nose started to probe between my cheeks. I was getting very excited, when D came back, took Jack away, and finished the job himself.

Roz: We have two cats and as Abby said, they usually don't like to be in the same room and give us a look before leaving.

*Bonnie*: Love this question! We have two dogs and their reaction is very different. Our little dog leaves the room quickly at the first sign. Our other dog is a boxer and he's totally into it. He loves to watch and often tries to join in.

Dana: My male dog is very protective of me so he has to be put out when a spanking is due. He will bark at Steve, try to bite at the implement or wedge himself between us. On one occasion, he even laid down across my butt to protect it.

My female dogs and the cat, on the other hand, just ignore it.

Hermione: We once had a black cat that would swat my husband with his paw if anything physical was taking place. We thought that was so funny it often put an end to the proceedings, at least until puss had left the room. Our dogs are always put into their crates, out of earshot, before we begin, because Fang would be upset by the noise and Fluffy would try to join in the fun.

Those are all amusing tales! I was hoping to hear a bird story, so if there is anyone who has a pet bird with an opinion about spanking, I would love to know.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #43

The coffee's hot, so pour yourself a cup and take a seat (if you are able, that is). Many of us have animals in our lives - dogs, cats, birds, horses and other beloved pets. Their welfare is important to us, and they are part of our families.

What do your animals think of your spanking activities. How do they react? Do they interfere, join in, or just ignore it?

Leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to respond I will publish your thoughts in an upcoming post.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, October 25, 2014

You Completed the Caption

Overheard conversations are often too good not to pass along. Here they are:

Simon: I'm sorry old chap but you can't thrash her just because she thinks your hat is too small.

Anon: "I say old boy; you must set the record straight, and show her who's boss!"

Jon: "Lord Beaverbend, now that I've married your daughter and taken her off your hands, may I borrow that cane for our honeymoon?"
"Certainly, certainly. I have another in the carriage for the trip home with Lady Beaverbend. Knowing my daughter and wife so well, I always travel with a spare."

Ronnie: I say old chap: don't worry, a spanking from your wife isn't all that bad, in fact I quite like it when my wife spanks me.

Six of the best: One gentlemen says to the other, "Will you be taking your wife's knickers down to-night?" "By Jove," says the other, "for six of the best with a cane, on her bare bottom" with a smile.

Baxter: The younger guy to the older guy: I believe my wife could use some discipline. What do you recommend?
The older guy to the younger: I strongly suggest that you get a cane and a tawse and use them strongly on your wife to show her who is boss.

Dr. Ken: "And then we will remove their panties and spank their bare bottoms and they can appreciate our bulges, for we are two WILD AND CRAZY GUYS!"

Nina: "...and when I came home she had cut out all the pictures of my newspaper. Well, old chap, you can probably imagine how miffed I was, so I took the cane from the bed and gave her what she deserved for such an insolence.

Vfrat25000: Hey George, I’ll let you in on a little secret…I’m wearing my wife’s underwear.
Frederick, I guess I should let you know a little secret as well. Your wife was hiding behind my living room couch when you arrived and guess what, she didn’t need her underwear!

George, I want to discuss that merger with Arlington Iron Works. I’m not sure it’s a good move.
Fred, I want to find a Port-A-John ASAP. That foot-long chili dog I had for lunch is fighting back.

Let’s go light a bag of dog crap and throw it on Franklin’s porch. We can tease him at the next Board Meeting.

What do you mean you have no idea where you parked?

I am going to puke. Can I borrow your hat?

Get your hand out of your pocket, man. We are in public. If you want to play “pocket pool,” at least wait until we are back at the office, that’s disgusting, you perv.

A. Lurker: "Did you happen to see the 2 young ladies who were here a while ago?"
"The ones who were discussing how much they enjoy being spanked? One of them was wearing an entire garden on her hat?"
"Yes, those 2! Now that I have returned with my cane I can't find them anywhere!"

Hermione: Pendergast, old boy, I assure you that caning a young lady is quite as invigorating as riding to hounds, and you won't end the day with muddy boots.

Who knew two such serious gentlemen discussed those topics? For another interesting topic about a similar subject, please join us for brunch, coming up next.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, October 24, 2014

Friday FAIL

Let's go shopping for naughty edibles.

How unappetizing!

Peaches it is!

Not sure what it is, but I know what I'd do with it

Apples sound like a good idea. Or peaches.

So much classier than by the bunch

Aren't dragons endangered?

Happy Friday!

From Hermione's Heart