Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Poll - Who are my readers?

Everyone is welcome here at Hermione's Heart - men, women, tops, bottoms, dominants, submissives, and everyone else interested in spanking too! Which one are you?

How would you describe yourself?

Male spanker
Female spanker
Male spankee
Female spankee
Male switch
Female switch
None of the above / something else

From Hermione's Heart

From the Top Shelf - What to Do?

What to Do is one of my favourite school stories by Georgie C. It is an excellent example of topping from the bottom, schoolgirl style.

Paul Morris looked with concern towards the cupboard. He hadn't really expected this problem to arise too soon. No one had told him what was expected, and he didn't really know how to deal with it.

It was now Wednesday, and he'd only taken over as Headmaster on Monday. The first Headmaster of St Helena's School for Girls in the hundred and seventy-five years of existence of that famed seat of learning. Miss Bannerman, who had been Headmistress since anyone could remember, had very inconveniently passed away part way through the Inter-school hockey final while yelling "Come on, gals, come on Saint…". The Director of Education, in his wisdom and drive for equality throughout the system, had appointed Paul, pro tem, as Headmaster of the school,despite the quite blatant opposition from certain female members of the Education Committee.

He looked anxiously at the cupboard though, for a task had come to him that he had hoped would not come his way. Mrs Fraser, the History teacher, had come to him just before lunch. "I have just discovered Susan Bailey, from form 6B, behind the gym SMOKING A CIGARETTE!" Although spoken, the last words were clearly in capitals. "I have told her to report here to you at two o'clock".

And with that she had turned on her heels and left. Paul had found the cane on the first day. In the cupboard. But how, or even if it was applied in the environment of a girl's school he had no idea. He had never even taught girls before, never mind being responsible for their disciplinary "needs". What was he supposed to do?

In fact, in his previous schools, all-boy affairs, even the cane wasn't used. There they used the slipper. If a boy had misbehaved, he touched his toes, lifted his blazer slightly to give a clear target of the seat of his trousers, and whack, whack, there you go. But what on earth do you do with girls?

There was a knock on the door. Paul glanced up at the clock. Two o'clock. Obviously Susan Bailey. He hoped, hoped beyond hope, that Mrs Fraser would be there, to give some guidance as to what was expected. She had sent the wretched girl to him. Was he supposed to tell her off severely, was he supposed to issue some form of sanction, was he supposed to award detention, was he supposed to…. He called out "Come in".

The girl entered and shut the door behind her. About 5'6" she stood. With a mass of blonde hair, bright sparkling blue eyes. She wore the school uniform to perfection, crisp white blouse with the school tie, maroon skirt terminating half-way between knee and…well, half-way up the thigh. Long, long legs down to white ankle socks, and black shoes. Paul found his mind wandering. This was far far different from any of the spotty, snotty-nosed little lads he'd come across before. He knew he should say something, something that would keep him in control of the situation, but no words came out. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. But she helped him out. Without knowing it. She guided him to the next step.

"Mrs Fraser's sent me to be caned, Sir. She caught me smoking, Sir, and she says I have to get the cane off you now, Sir". Ah well, that's a bit clearer then. No telling off, no sanctions, no detention. The cane it is.

He went to the cupboard and opened it. The cane lay there and he picked it up, trying to look as though this was the most natural thing in the world. What now? How many? And more importantly... how?

Again she helped. "Shall I get the chair, Sir?" He nodded and she marched off to the corner of the room, picked up a chair and brought it to the middle of the room.

He gave a perfunctory little swish of the cane to give him time to think, but he was halted in mid action.

She glanced round at him briefly, smiled a little fleeting smile, and with no more ado, lifted her skirt to her waist. Her white underpants covered but half of her round bottom cheeks, but the view was quickly changed, as with no further comment, she pulled her knickers right down to her knees, and bent over the chair.

Her bare bottom stuck up into the air provocatively, and as she settled into place Paul could clearly see what lay between her legs. She grasped the legs of the chair and her voice came filtering through. "It'll only be six won't it, Sir?" He tried to stay calm. "Yes, six of the best, count each one, please, Susan".

He laid the cane across the pale cheeks, and trying hard to concentrate on the job in hand, on the fact that this was discipline, punishment, correction, he raised the cane and brought it down with a resounding whack. "Ow, one, Sir".

A pale pink line developed, but again he raised the cane. Whack! "Ouch, two, Sir".

Two neatly parallel lines were developing. Whack! "Oww! Three, Sir…ouch!"

Whack!! "Ow…ooh, that hurts. Ow, er, four, Sir...ouch!"

Paul viewed the bottom before him. There was a distinct stirring in his trousers that he knew he should not have. But here was a Sixth Form girl, bent over in front of him, her knickers round her knees, having her bum turned red.

He realised he needed to get this over and done. Whack! "Yeeow! Five, Sir, oh Sir, five!"

She was now in tears, but there was one to go. Should he be lenient. Make it lighter? Even let her off? No, something in him told him that to do so would appear weak. Particularly in his first days. This caning would set the scene of the rest of his time at the school. He had to maintain discipline.

WHACK! Lighter? No, clearly the hardest. A loud yell came from the girl, as a bright crimson mark grew almost instantly across her cheeks. "Six, Sir!"

"Right, young lady, get up and get dressed". He laid the cane on the table. "I hope that has taught you the error of smoking".

She stood up slowly, her back still to him, her skirt still raised as she rubbed her buttocks. They jiggled in opposite directions as her hands worked up and down over the clearly visible ridges. She leaned forward, again briefly displaying a little tuft of hair between her legs as she reached down and started to pull her white knickers up, gently easing them over the glowing redness.

She turned to face him, her face pink. "Yes, Sir, I think I've learned my lesson".

"Right you can go".

She turned and walked towards the door. As she did so he noticed her skirt had still not resumed its normal place, and as she walked her hands rubbed away at the seat of her clearly visible white underpants. She opened the door, exited, closing it behind her.

* * *

Her friends gathered round. "Well, what happened? Did you get detention?"

"I got the cane".

There were disbelieving noises. "He's only been here two days." "Old Banners only caned three girls in the whole time she was here, and that was for stealing!" "How many'd you get?"


Again, gasps. "You can't have! Banners only gave four at the most… let's see your hands then… you wouldn't be able to write after six!"

"I got them on my bum"

There was now a growing hubbub. "The dirty old sod… What? He made you bend over in that skirt? Bet he tried to see your knicks, the dirty bugger".

"No..worse than that... he made me take them down. I got it completely bare-arsed!"

The group fell completely silent, open-mouthed.

"And he said that's how he's going to cane everyone from now on. Said we've had it too easy, and from now on, he doesn't even want to have to tell anyone what to do. If you get sent to him, you'd better get your knicks down sharpish, or he'll give you double".

The conversation became heated. Some girls were in tears. Many tried to come to terms with the new regime, and all that it would mean. Susan slowly drifted away, a contented smile on her face.
What a naughty girl Susan is!

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, September 29, 2014

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 28

This week we discussed embarrassment during a spanking.

Simon: Years ago before I realised that I wanted to be spanked rather than spank, I spanked an number of lovely young ladies but would get embarrassed every time. I would worry that I was hitting them too hard and then worry that I wasn't hitting them hard enough. Was this what they wanted or was it a terrible imposition on my part. All of this would lead to some pathetic sessions which neither I or the lady in question would enjoy. Although they were all very understanding I would become red faced and almost unable to speak such was my embarrassment. These days though I and my Mistress are in perfect harmony so I don't become embarrassed.

Sam: We were on a cruise to Hawaii a few years ago with our best friends. At lunch one day I drank too much so back in the stateroom my wife spanked me with my belt. In the room I knelt ass in the air and took my own belt from wife till I was stifling sobs.

That night at dinner the husband of the couple we were travelling with whispered to me that perhaps I should check to make sure the sliding door to our stateroom terrace was closed. I blushed; he smiled.

Welcome, Sam!

Six of the best: Hermione., love that picture of a mouth watering Hot Dog. I would love to take a bite out of it. As for embarrassment. I have never really been in such a situation, for when I have spanked a woman, they all turned out to be 'spanking good times".

Sub hub: I was embarrassed the very first time I receive a true punishment spanking. Ritualistically, I was required to strip naked and present myself for punishment. even though it was something I wanted in my marriage, and even though my wife had agreed to accept my submission in our marriage, I was still embarrassed.

Dan: Only once during a spanking. Like Sub Hub, the first time she spanked me was very embarrassing. Taking my pants down in front of her for a spanking seemed much more humbling somehow than doing the same prior to sex.

There have been other times that I've been embarrassed about something related to spanking. The first time I shopped for a heavy spanking hairbrush, I was convinced the woman behind the sales counter knew why I was buying it. I also bought a paddle at a sex shop and the sales person asked whether I would be giving or receiving. I turned crimson. The very worst was when my wife talked to a mutual friend about our spanking relationship while they were attending an event together. My wife called from the car when they were driving home to tell me I was going to be spanked that night, and our friend was in the car overhearing the whole thing. Mortifying.

Minelle: Sometimes when he threatens in a more public place... usually when I've done something in a public way myself! Also at times I wonder how I look in that position. He loves how I look, but sometimes I'm embarrassed.

Dr. Ken: No, I never have. Then again, I'm a spanker, not a spankee-. I think there's less of a chance of my being the one who's embarrassed....

Arched one: Is it brunch time again already?
I have to say every punishment spanking I get is embarrassing. I don't get that many but they always start the same. She is sitting on a chair with a wooden spoon in her hand. I'm standing before her nude as she scolds me. I'm embarrassed and feel like a little boy that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then It's across her lap I go as she scolds more and spanks me. Then it's get up and head for the bed room where I'm again scolded and told how red my bottom is and then either over some pillows or bent over the end of the bed for more spanking this time with the hair brush, strop, belt. All the time I'm kicking and hollering she's still scolding me.

S: Once at a party, I met a man called Nigel, and we somehow got on to the spanking topic, and he said he had never spanked anyone. With several drinks inside me, I said 'Now's your chance', and led him into an empty room, sat him down, bared my bottom, and bent over his lap. For a novice he spanked well, and I was soon smarting roundly, when the door opened and D came in,Was I embarrassed - I don't know which of my four cheeks were redder. Nigel put me on my feet and fled, and I was soon bare bottom up over D's lap, but this time I got spanked with a large wooden clothes brush, which left me unhappy to sit for some time to come!

Pecan Nutjob: We have always tried to be discreet with respect to our neighbors, family, friends, etc. Yet, there have been times when we feared that somebody overheard our spanking. For instance, we once had just started playing in a hotel room and then we heard a TV and voices next door and realized the walls were really poorly insulated.

We've bought stuff in sex shops but curiously did not feel embarrassed - I mean, if you work as a cashier there you should not feel squeamish about selling a butt plug. It can be more embarrassing to go to a drugstore or pharmacy, e.g. to buy a rectal thermometer, enema gear (my wife once remarked in front of the cashier that I would get my treatment immediately once back to the hotel!), or suppositories (these used to be common in France for treating young children, but buying the adult kind sometimes surprises the pharmacist).

Of course, the most embarrassing episode in a store was when my wife asked me to buy a martinet (a flogger) from some kind of supermarket. They sold them in the pet aisle, supposedly for disciplining dogs. When seeing it, the cashier gave me a surprised glanced and said something like "excuse me... we don't sell that many of them" then remarked "somebody's going to feel some pain". I was red with embarrassment and answered something rather unconvincing about an unruly dog. I wonder whether she thought I would be using it on a child, on a companion or I would be the recipient.

Apart from that... embarrassment is one of the ingredients of our spankings. If the spanking is punishment for bad behavior, then surely the spankee should feel embarrassed, shouldn't he or she? So this is why we scold. We may also apply embarrassing treatments, like checking the temperature rectally (in case the acting up is due to illness!) or an enema (flushing out the nervosity). If the spanking is for erotic play, then one can embarrass the spankee by remarking that he is erect or that she is most or has an engorged clitoris. Even after all those years, my wife blushes when a probing finger notices her wetness. Isn't it shameful to get excited by a spanking?

Baxter: Probably I was somewhat embarrassed when I starting asking my wife, many years ago, to spank me and then maybe the first time she actually did. Like many others have written, a simple wooden spoon in a shopping basket can be embarassing. We bought one at a hardware store and it was not really congruous with the rest of the stuff in the basket, such as seeds, duct tape, mousetraps, but it was checked out without issue and no facial changes on th checkout person. However, my wife knew she was going to put it to work when we got home and I knew that my bottom was going to be severely reddened by it, but no one else knew. We were in a Sur La Table store recently and I saw lots of breadboards and wooden cooking tools. Of course, I was thinking spanking and was self consciously stealing looks at them. Why? I don't know because as far as anyone else in the store would know, I was looking for those items to be used for their original designed purpose. I was getting excited (read aroused) looking at them though.

Pecan: Baxter, me too! I cannot help thinking of spanking if I see a wooden brush (these are not so common these days, more often one sees plastic), or one of these cutting boards that can be used as a paddle... And sometimes, when seeing furniture, I think it could be nifty to bend or kneel somebody over it. I expect nobody notices, except my wife.

Surely the strongest embarassment I had in my adult life was when I was about 18, buying condoms. I looked younger than I was and the female pharmacist, though she sold them to me and did not make any adverse remark, was very cool and looked at me as though I should not be sleeping around at my age.

It's not really "during a spanking" but I've blushed when my wife pats me on the butt with an air "this is mine". She never does so when people could see her, but still that's something that I feel dearly. 

Dragon's Rose: Oh wow. So MANY emotions.
Before - fear, shame, nervous, excited, aroused. Sometimes all at the same time.
During - excitement, shame, fear, remorse, anger, embarrassment, arousal, euphoria.
After - forgiveness, relief, relaxed, euphoria, shame, giggly, tears, sexy and most of all LOVED.

It isn't ever simple. That is why we ALWAYS have safe words.

Nina: Hi Hermione, we have had spankings outside and they made me pretty self-aware and I found that embarrassing too.... and hot afterwards.

At other times it has always been more than enough when hubby threatened a spanking in a public environment. I don't want others to know about our spankings, so I am already embarrassed just from him speaking about it outside home.

Hermione:  My most embarrassing moment was when I was 16, and had just finished my first summer job at a printing plant that produced a variety of magazines and periodicals. There were always extra copies that we were allowed to have. I particularly wanted a copy of a magazine that wouldn't be ready for another day or two. My co-worker promised that when it came out, she would have her son deliver one to me.

Home alone in our apartment a few days later, relaxing before the start of another school year, I decided to pass the time by spanking my assortment of dolls. Yes, at 16 I still had dolls, although I seldom played with them. I got out my plastic ruler and was soon engaged in delivering lectures and administering very noisy spankings on their hard plastic bottoms.

Later, when the toys were all put away, I decided to go and get the mail. When I opened the apartment door I immediately spotted the magazine I had wanted. Sometime during the noisy spanking session, my co-worker's son had delivered it. Had he heard me? Had he knocked? I was so embarrassed, and very glad the job was over so I would never know.

Thank you all for sharing your blushing encounters. Have a great week!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #39

Once again, the weekend is here, and that means another spanko brunch. Spanking is such complex activity, causing many thoughts and emotions run through our heads before, during and after the event.

Have you ever felt embarrassed during a spanking? 

Leave your reply as a comment, and after everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of the responses o this topic.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, September 27, 2014

You Completed the Caption

What has this naughty girl done? You be the judge.

Sweet Pea: What do you mean my uniform isn't up to regulation standards?

Mitch: You want me to shower and be soaking wet when you paddle me? Why? I never heard of that.

Six of the best: "Bowl me over," she said. "After they take my sexy knickers down, they propose to give me 'six of the best' with a cane, on my bare bottom, for being very naughty."

sub hub: In position Mistress, but what are you going to do with that?

arched one: I'm sorry I burnt diner. Please spank me for it.

Ronnie: You call this skirt short - you should see my other one.

Sugar: "What's that? You can't find your keys? Why, I have absolutely no idea where they could be!"

Gracie: 'Umm...is it too late to say sorry for flushing your iphone down the toilet...?'

Vfrat25000: It jumped out when I saw this photo:
“I can’t believe I ate the WHOLE thing!

Mom, it’s horrible, just horrible!!!!
What is it dear?
I just saw Uncle Henry naked!
Jayne, be prepared for a few sleepless nights and a moderate increase in alcohol consumption but in time it will pass.

I have a Law Degree from Harvard, I’m a CEO of a multi-national corporation and I sit on the board of five other corporations. How the h*ll did I end up dressed like Paris Hilton with a nuclear grade hangover and I have a taste in my mouth resembling a 180 Proof Purple Passion Bathtub Concoction. Not to mention the fact I’m wearing the most hideously ugly, heavy shoes I have ever seen and I have 15 thank you notes from the Delta Ki Alpha Fraternity written on my ass?

Don’t bother with the lecture Dad, just go get the paddle. I know I deserve it this time!

Sweetie that must have been some bachelorette party last night, Homeland Security is at the front door to speak with you. They have questions about you, the air traffic controllers in the Atlanta Airport Control Tower and the song “Cotton Eyed Joe.”

Ricky: Oooh, excuse me, I think I'm in the wrong bathroom.

Jimisim: Perhaps putting cling film over the bowl wasn't such a good idea after all, he made me clean it up and is now fetching his belt. Mind you it was very funny at the time and as long as he makes love to me afterwards it will be well worth while.

Terri: When the 'baby' of the group acted up THIS seriously, there was no way she was avoiding getting that ultra-cute bottom of hers thoroughly wrapped with a hairbrush. Then again, according to their manager, the athletic one, the frightening one, the redhead and the upper-class one were also in the firing line for not keeping the infant out of trouble, and would be liable later for their own misdeeds as well.

(Apologies to fans of that particular British musical act!...and to the act themselves)

Hermione: Oops! I didn't mean to flush your new BlackBerry Passport. It just sorta slipped.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, September 26, 2014

Friday FUN

Have you always wanted to be an artist, but lacked the necessary drawing skills? Here's how to draw butts of all shapes and sizes. It's so easy, even I can do it.

Don't forget to Complete the Caption.

From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Complete the Caption

This cheeky lass looks guilty, and knows she's in trouble. Why do you suppose that might be?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will print your captions in an upcoming post.

From Hermione's Heart