Tuesday, October 6, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Debbie's First

I'm pleased to announce that today I have a story for you from one of  my favourite authors. This excerpt is taken from "After Church", one of the stories in Rollin Hand's ebook, Ladies in Charge. Thank you, Rollin, for permission to print it here.

The story is set in 1959. Tim and Debbie are two teenagers living in the "Bible Belt" of the U.S. where corporal punishment is very common. They also live in a "dry" county, where purchase and consumption of alcohol is strictly controlled and regulated, and of course teenage drinking is especially discouraged. The two young people were taken into custody when the party they were attending was raided by the police. They were driven home at 2 am and had to face Debbie's mother, who is also Tim's aunt. She promised Debbie a spanking the following morning after church, and, after consulting with Tim's parents by telephone, informed him that he would be receiving the same punishment. Both culprits think they are much too old to be spanked since they were practically adults, but Aunt Joan has other ideas. We begin when they arrive home after the morning service.

As Debby ascends the stairs, she gives Tim one last woeful look. Her expression says it all. This will be a painful lesson. Still Tim’s cock stirs. The whole drama is exciting in an odd way. Like most young people his age, Tim has always been fascinated by others kids’ tales of memorable spankings. From the school paddle, to dad’s belt, to mom’s hairbrush, the lurid recounting of such punishments never seems to fail to get his pulse pounding. And now that it is he who is due for a formal tanning, his heart is racing like a locomotive.

While Tim sits anxiously in the parlor, Debby is upstairs in her room. Obediently, she takes off her dress. Her heart is pounding, her mouth is dry. Why oh, why did they do it? She regrets every decision made last night. Except for making out with Tim. The feel of his hands on her body, their tongues entwined, the excitement she felt when she touched IT. It was so hard. She snaps back to reality and hangs up her dress. She removes her garter belt and stockings. She knows her mother will want her to be in nothing but her underwear, waiting.

She waits for ten minutes. Fifteen. Downstairs she can hear voices, the sounds of feet thumping, the slamming of the back screen door. Then quiet. The next sound she hears is the steady clump of someone climbing the stairs. It’s her mother, coming. The footsteps stop and the door to her room opens. Her mother enters.

“Deborah Ann, come with me.” She crooks her finger.

On shaky legs Debby stands and follows her mother down the hall. This is the ritual. All spankings are given in the parental bedroom. They enter the room. Debby stands, hands behind her in an unconscious gesture, as if to shield her seat from what is to come. She watches as mom goes to the closet door and opens it. The dreaded paddle is there, hanging on its hook. Her mother takes it and slaps the wood against her palm, as if reassuring herself that it will be adequate for the task at hand. She walks over and sits on the chest at the foot of the bed, still tapping the paddle in her palm.

“Come here, Debby.”

Debby takes a deep breath. This is it. She knows better than to disobey. But she tries one more time.

“Please, mom. This isn’t necessary. I’m too old for a spanking.” Debby realizes she is whining.

“Come here this instant, young lady. You are not too old, and you deserve to have your little fanny paddled good and hard. And that’s what you’re going to get.”

At this, Debby bursts into tears. Her mother takes her by the wrist and guides her down across her knees. Debby doesn’t resist. Her nose nearly touches the floor and her feet are off the ground. Her mother makes a few adjustments in Debby’s posture, elevating her hips just so, making her bottom a prominent target.

Debby feels her mother’s fingers in the elastic of her panties. Slowly the last bit of modesty is peeled down. The panties come to rest in her knee hollows. Debby has never felt so vulnerable and ashamed. Her bare bottom is the highest point of her body. She looks over her shoulder. “Please mother, no. I’ll never do it again. Don’t spank me.”

Joan Buxton picks up the paddle off the bed and looks her daughter in the eye. “You deserve every bit of this spanking, Debby. You will never drink alcohol again, not while you live under my roof. Imagine! Drinking and carrying on like you did. And to be arrested and brought home by the police. I was mortified. You just get yourself ready, missy. This will be a spanking you’ll never forget.” She raises her arm to shoulder level.

Splat! Debby feels the paddle before she hears the sound. It is a horridly intense sting that explodes across her bare fanny. Her whole body jerks.

Mom’s arm raises and descends in a blur of motion.
Splat! Crack! Whap! Debby flinches with each impact. They sound like pistol shots.

The paddle cracks down, smacking her bare bottom, one lick after another in this relentless barrage. It is a searingly hot pain that is visited on her rapidly reddening flesh, overwhelming in its intensity. She squirms and scissors her legs. She clenches and unclenches her bottom cheeks. Nothing can stem the excruciating waves of heat imparted by that wicked paddle. She wails and blubbers apologies, but nothing slows down the tempo of mom’s right arm applying the paddle to Debby’s wriggling fanny.

The paddling lasts for several minutes. Mrs. Buxton spanks soundly and thoroughly, applying the paddle at a rate of about one lick per second. It is devastatingly effective. Soon Debby is crying real tears. Joan Buxton intends to cover every inch of Debby’s bottom until it is uniformly red and she is satisfied that her offspring has learned a lesson she’ll never forget.

Downstairs, Tim waits in the parlor. But he can hear. Sound carries through the house. He hears the sharp crack of the paddle and Debby’s abject wails. It sounds like she is really getting her tail tanned. And it goes on and on. He is nearly shaking. Soon it will be his turn. At the same time he sees in his mind’s eye what it must look like, Debby’s luscious bare bottom upended over Aunt Joan’s knee, those fully rounded cheeks absorbing one harsh lick after another as the paddle cracks down again and again. He starts to develop a woody.

Upstairs Aunt Joan lectures as she spanks.

“Let this (smack!) be a lesson to you, Deborah Ann (smack! crack!). You will never (whap!) ever (crack!) ever (smack!) do that again! Do you understand? (Smack! Crack! Whap!)”

“Ow! Ow! Yes, mother! Please stop. Ow!” Debby squirms shamelessly. Tears pour from her eyes onto the floor. She is choking and hiccupping. Her bottom is blazing hot, like she sat on a hot stove top.

“Now,” says her mother putting down the paddle, “go back to your room.”

She lets Debby rise from her lap. Debby stands on wobbly legs and pulls her panties back up. She sobs as she attempts to rub the awful sting out of her bottom, then practically runs from her mother’s bedroom totally shamed, her fanny blazing.

Below, Tim hears the thump of Debby’s bare feet as she runs crying back to her room. He gulps. Time passes. Is she coming? He hears footsteps and he looks up. He can see Aunt Joan’s high heels appear as she descends the stairs. She is coming to fetch him.
Next week it's Tim's turn. Will he still feel excited by spanking after he has had a taste of the paddle?
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, October 5, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 4

This week we pondered what the spanker gets out of a spanking relationship. We heard from both spankers and spankees.

Dan: For my wife, spanking increases her confidence and sense of power and control. It also allows her to "level the playing field" in a decisive way.

Nina: Hi Hermione, hubby likes that he is in control and that I obey. In addition to that it is what cleans the slate, so that we can move on without any negative thoughts left. Great question. Wishing you a great weekend.

Roz: Hi Hermoine, for Rick, he enjoys the control and dominance, plus it's a turn on :)

arched one: For R it gives her self confidence and she actually enjoys spanking me. It also motivates me when I back off on some things that need to be done around the house. She also feels it shows her my submission to her as she will spank for any reason or no reason any time.

Six of the best: To spank a woman, especially with a cane on her knickers down bare bottom, leaves me with a high sexual and erotic satisfaction. If she is wearing a garter-belt and stockings, that accent her naked rear end, it makes it even more delicious.

Anon: There is nothing more erotic and sexually exciting than to have a gorgeous bare bottom, adorned by lowered knickers, stockings and suspenders, as S of the B rightly says, draped over my lap, bouncing and quivering as I spank until it is red and smarting. Fortunately my other half enjoys a good spanking as much as I do, and also the sex that always follows.

Hermione: Ron likes the feeling of power and control it gives him. It also lets him blow off steam in a safe way when he's annoyed about something.

That's a fine variety of reasons. Have a wonderful week, everyone!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #93

Welcome back to another weekend spanko brunch. Today I'd like to discuss a topic that has always intrigued me. Bonnie introduced it several years ago and I think it's time to consider it again.

In your relationship, what does spanking do for the spanker? How does he or she benefit from spankings and related activities? What is his or her primary motivation to spank?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to respond. Everyone is welcome to add their opinion, so don't be shy!
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, October 3, 2015

You Completed the Caption

Erica: "June, if you think I was hard on The Beaver last night, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

Smuccatelli: "I'm home June, how's the Beaver?"

ricky: The kids are asleep.
That's nice.
Are you tired, darling?
Zzzz, what did you say?

Simon: "I'm sorry but I think we'll need a bigger pole if you want me to try pole dancing"

p.s. as I didn't understand the beaver references (it never made it to the U.K.) I googled it and that was probably a mistake. 

Beaver was their son's nickname, because the older son couldn't pronounce "Theodore" when he was small. But as you probably discovered, "beaver" also has another meaning here, besides the species of large rodent.

Delfonte: So, let me clarify, after I've done the washing, ironing, sweeping, cooking, bed making, baking, swept the yard, polished your shoes and waxed my legs, I get to keep the apron on and do some pole dancing for you?

Vfrat25000: Ward, have you seen the kids?
What kids June?
Our kids Ward, Wally and the Beaver.
We have kids?

Ward, I have to confess that Larry Haskell is hotter than donut grease. I wish he was 18!

June, I am going to the titty bar with Mr. Jenkins our neighbor. Don’t wait up and for Pete’s sake please do not get all wound up about a little glitter when I get home!

June, I sent those two pain in the ass kids of yours down to the malt shop! Go put on that slutty dress Betty gave you and I’ll get my Superman cape. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in five minutes!

Ward, I need you to spank me over your knee tonight!
June you naughty little dickens, you are right. You do need a good sound spanking!
Oh Ward I love you!
(Ladies and Gentleman stay tuned for “After the Boys are Asleep!” A new adult’s only series starring the incredibly boring Ward Cleaver and the prissy June Cleaver, the show that demonstrates Ward really can find the Beaver when given the chance!)

June…I want to wear a thong on next week’s show!
Ward...June you would have better luck holding a bridal shower for James & Chuck our two “roommate” neighbors!

June, dinner was awful tonight!
Oh Bite Me Ward! Who gives a flying flip! These damn pearls give me a rash. Are they fake? Wally got caught at school with bag of wacky weed. Beaver been skipping school and trying to join the Shrubs and the Twigs or some gang name I can’t remember. Did I mention I’m banging your brother?

Six of the best: "Honey," said the husband, "I'm going to take your knickers, down and spank that bare bottom of yours." "I would love it, darling, if you give me Six of the best at my request," said the wife, with a smile.

Dr. Ken: "Ward Cleaver, you even THINK about trying to spank me and I'll show you exactly where I'll shove that broom handle!"

Hermione: What do you mean you want to dye your hair red and star in your own TV show? Fetch the hairbrush, June.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, October 2, 2015

Friday FAIL

I was thinking about Erica's comment to question #21 in my questions and answers post. Her question was ..."if the person who came to the door ran off without knocking and never said anything about it, how would you know they were there and you scared them off?" Good point! So I found these doormats to share with you.Would they scare you off before you knocked?

For an experience that's not at all scary, Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Complete the Caption

Watching old black and white 1950s television sitcoms on YouTube makes me wonder. Just what did happen after the kids were in bed, the dishes were washed, and the drapes were drawn? Did wives take their husbands to task for forgetting to put out the garbage? Did husbands administer a little admonishment for burning the dinner? You be the judge.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will publish your storylines in an upcoming post.

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

What Have I done?

Recently our friend Ami posed a series of interesting questions. Have I or haven't I? Scroll down to find out!

Have you ever:

1  Stood on top of a very high mountain or cliff, looking down at countryside, or out to sea? 
Yes, every autumn we travel to a local conservation area, climb the hill, and look out over the valley brightly decorated in fall colours.

2  Lain on your back on a hot summer's night, listening to the crickets chirping, and watching the satellites as they chase each other across the heavens?
Once upon a time I did this, but satellites hadn't been invented yet so I had to settle for falling stars.

3  Skinny-dipped at midnight? 
No chance. That's way past my bedtime.

4  Intentionally or inadvertently swum with sharks?
Not that I know of.

5  Broken a bone in your body?
The little toe on one foot, more than once.

6  Driven a car at speeds in excess of 120 mph?
Never! 80 kph sets my heart racing.

7  Played "Pooh Sticks"?
No, but I've seen it done on television. I must find some sticks and a bridge so I can try it.

8  Run in a "Pancake" race?
Pancakes are such slow runners, I wouldn't want to humiliate them by racing against them.

9  Had your eyelashes dyed?
Only with waterproof mascara that wouldn't come off.

10  Ridden a horse naked?

Where there are horses, there are horse flies, deer flies, and all manner of biting insects. I always stay fully dressed when I am around my equine friends.

11  Punted down the River Cam? (or any other river)
Punting is against the law in Canada, but I have paddled a canoe on a few lakes.

12  Played tennis in a short white tennis skirt whilst wearing minimal knickers?
My lessons didn't progress far enough to require an official skirt.

13  Helped an inebriated husband up the stairs at 2 in the morning?
No, he'd be in bed by then.

14  Been too scared to get out of a swimming pool whilst on holiday, due to a very large Doberman sitting on the edge watching you?
I love dogs, so I would probably have invited him to join me in the pool.

15  Sat in a deckchair snoozing happily whilst the sound of leather on willow echoes distantly in your ears?
Leather on willow? Is that some sort of kinky reference? I've heard wind in the willows, but never leather.

16  Taken a ride on the Maid of the Mist under the Niagara Falls?

I've been to Niagrara Falls, but I stayed on dry land.

17  Climbed up something - rock face, climbing wall, rope in a sports hall, long ladder, tree - and been too scared witless to climb back down?
I have always been to scared to even think of climbing up.

18  Been too liberal with the "Eau de Cologne" which then ran down where it shouldn't, which in turn caused you to hop madly around and rip your knickers off and throw them as far from you as you could?
I've had it run down "there" but just gritted my teeth and enjoyed the sensation, because I'm a masochist.

19  Made snow angels?
Every winter as a child.

20  Lost a shoe in a ploughed field on a moonlight walk home after a party?
No. The ploughed fields around here are fenced and tresspassers are not welcome.

21  Shrieked loudly, due to being spanked hard, and frightened away a visitor/s who turned and ran back down your drive - and now you never will know who was about to knock on your door.
And you are desperately hoping they will never ask... 

Possibly, but I'll never know for sure. No one could hear a knock on the door over my shrieks.

From Hermione's Heart