Monday, January 23, 2017

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for January 22

Have you ever achieved an orgasm while being spanked?

abby: Yes I have...but it is not a regular thing. The spanking has to to be build up, usually starting with his hand, then moving on to leather or a small paddle. The sound of his voice, his words all help to get me over that edge.

kdpierre: I have had them but rarely..........and they are the weirdest things! When I was younger (20's) I used to sometimes do an OTK "lap-hump" poking myself between intentionally lubricated thighs.....but that was an orgasm WITH stimulation. Your question mentions something of a spontaneous orgasm just from the spanking itself, and that has happened to me a handful of times........and always at the most unexpected and even inopportune times.

I don't know exactly what causes them but there is a consistent pattern to how each of them happened. They ALL occurred during very long, almost marathon-like spankings during times when I had already been keep sexually denied for an unusually long period. My guess is that the sensation of the paddle landing caused enough vibration that coupled with the incessant clenching produced enough stimulation to my denied groin to cause an almost unavoidable ejaculation....(because at those times I had tried everything to stave off the unauthorized orgasm.....to no avail). Only twice did I manage to feel one about to happen and tell Rosa so that she paused just enough for the sensation to subside. When she resumed the spankings, she managed each time to finish before I again approached a feeling of impending orgasm.

One embarrassing time, I had one while locked in a CB! I was mortified when I just squirted without being able to warn my spanker or control it.

Yorkie: Would love to but unfortunately, no. I have never had an orgasm during a spanking. I've had a marvellous one after plenty of times though...

Roz: Hi Hermione, alas no, I have never had an orgasm during a spanking. There have been times during a lighter spanking where I have started to build up to one but have never tipped over the edge.

Beth: When we began DD, my husband was at times aroused, but I let it go. Then a few months in he ejaculated while being spanked. We cured that. Since that day when he is to be disciplined, the first step is to stroke till he has ejaculation, then over my knee for the spanking. It works!

Bonnie: Not that I recall, at least not without some sort of contact.

Wilma: Yes, I have ONCE. I have to say that Barney was quite excited and tried for a long time afterward to repeat the 'formula'. As for myself, I was a tad embarrassed. I am unsure as to the whys of that, but I do have my theories. While Barney was riding the high that he was able to do that, outside of the immediate gratification that an orgasm brings it didn't do much else for me. We live (or attempt to LOL) a D/s lifestyle 24/7. For me, entering subspace has a far more lasting effect submissive wise than an orgasm does. That being said, having an orgasm after a reset or not having one after a punishment but him having one, is a great thing! lol

Leigh: Unfortunately, no, it has not happened to me.

Ronnie: Yes I have. A lot is down to state of mind at the time, words and circumstances i.e what's the spanking for. (I have a post touching on the subject here.)
 
Hermione: I have actually had spontaneous orgasms while asleep, and have awakened to the pleasure (no hands involved), so it might conceivably be possible, but it hasn't happened yet. I find spanking too distracting to think about having an orgasm. After the fact I am quite ready for one, but during, all I can think about is the pain.

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

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #160

Welcome back to another spanko brunch. If you are new here, please make yourself at home and feel free to contribute to our conversation.

Last week Ronnie published an interesting post here about being spanked to orgasm, and Red asked a question that Ronnie thought would make a good brunch topic. I agree, so here is the question.

Have you ever achieved an orgasm while being spanked? Not before or after, but during, and with no help from fingers, knees or any outside assistance? Is it even possible? Do you think it would be easier for men to achieve an orgasm during a spanking than for women?

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

Saturday, January 21, 2017

You Completed the Caption

What fantasies did this photo inspire? Read on:

Baxter: Master told me to not play with this, that it is for men only, and that if I did play with it, he would spank me. Well, I am going play with this and get higher than a kite. I hope he catches me and spanks my cute bare bottom. High with a sore bottom, such nirvana.

kdpierre: "Hmmmm, I've had hash brownies, but never a hashish enema before. Oh well, life is all about trying new things..."

Hobbes: Hmmm...if I disconnect it, cut the rubber hose down to about eighteen inches and leave it on the end of the bed he ought to get the idea...

Hands63: Maybe if I rub my bottom against this thing a genie will appear and grant me three spankings.

amber: Yes, housewives. For a limited time only you can get this "personal massager" disguised as an opium water pipe.
Far better to be thought of as an opium addict than a harlot that masturbates!

Leigh: It almost looks like a hooka so who knows, maybe she's getting 'high'.

ricky: Ah, the dentist's assistant, checking out the gas before the drilling.
Now, if I'd know'd that before, I'd still have my two fwont tweethh.

Joe: I think I am too much of a gentleman to offer a solution to this very intriging question! However....no, I really cannot!

Ronnie: He wants me to do what with it?

js666: If her mama caught her enjoying the hookah, she'd be smoking all right. From the other end.

Sir Wendel: Smoke and get a spanking? How about just giving me the spanking?

Hermione: The early electrolysis prototype required noxious gasses to power it, so it was not a success..


Thank you everyone. Those had me in stitches! Please stay for brunch. This week we have a special topic to explore, and you're all invited.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, January 20, 2017

Friday FAIL


Much has been written about Fifty Shades of Grey and what a bad book and movie it was. Here is a unique hypothesis that you probably haven't thought of. FSoG was written by an alien!

Sorry about the commercial that plays first. Yes, there is a bit of spanking (well, it's actually beating) and it's pretty funny.




She has a pretty good point.




From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Complete the Caption

I've recently added a number of vintage photographs to my collection and hope to share them with you in the coming weeks. This one especially intrigued me. What is she doing with that hose?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your contributions on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

From the Top Shelf - A Master of Discipline, part 3

We are now on the third installment of that spanko classic, A Master of Discipline, by the prolific author, Zoe Templeton.

Ruth's drive home was much more sedate than her morning journey. Although she had not stayed late, she was emotionally and physically exhausted by the events of the day. As she drove, she thought about the five-barred-gate pattern of red weals that she and Fullerton had imprinted on Nicky Shaw's bottom. She knew that the punishment had been too severe for the crime and guiltily accepted that she was partly to blame for the injustice. The thought did not sit comfortably with her.

The image of the sobbing Nicky, holding her savaged buttocks, and the look of hate Robin Henderson had thrown at her when the two punished teenagers were reunited in the corridor, would stay with Ruth for some time. On top of which, Fullerton's unwanted intervention had made Ruth feel about an inch tall. It was only her own sense of guilt at mishandling things which stopped her from making a formal complaint about the professional discourtesy of the man.

She turned carefully into the gateway which had so nearly been the site of a disaster that morning, stopped the car, and grabbed her case from the back seat. Distracted by her gloomy thoughts, she slammed the car door, not thinking to lock it, and let herself into the tidy little maisonette she called home. Her first action on going inside was to make herself a pot of tea. While this was brewing, she quickly changed out of her work clothes, stripping to her underwear and donning a dressing gown.

As she sipped the tea, she wondered what else could go wrong with the day. Groaning inwardly, she remembered her encounter with the traffic policeman. She was forced to concede that her record in a car was not very good. The trouble was that she always had other things on her mind and never gave driving the concentration it should have received. Once again, she was reminded of Tony and what he had said the last time she had got herself involved in a scrape. She hoped that he did not get to hear about this morning's episode, or there would be even more trouble. The prospect of a row with Tony made her yet more depressed.

Ruth looked at her watch. Tony was due back any time now. Normally they would have gone out for the evening, but perhaps the best plan was to surprise him, prepare his favourite meal, have a bottle of wine ready, and take his mind off work as quickly as possible. Quickly surveying the contents of her larder and freezer, she decided that steak and salad, with a good strong red wine, would do the trick. It will have to: the bottle of Cahors left over from last week's party is all I've got and there isn't time to get to the supermarket this evening, she told herself.

He won't fall for that, the voice of her conscience warned her. You would do much better to own up and take what you deserve, just as you expected Nicky Shaw to do.

Ruth put her head in her hands and thought for several minutes about the implications of what she was considering. Her hand strayed unconsciously down to rest flat across her stomach, the finger-tips just sliding under the waistband of her panties. Oh yes, I can distract him all right, she thought, as her stomach muscles contracted and a butterfly seemed to flutter tantalisingly under the flimsy gusset of cotton between her legs. The alternative was almost more than she dared contemplate. To be taken in hand, taken roughly by this delicious, handsome policeman and bent to his will, was just the wildest, most exciting thing Ruth could imagine. But would he ever do it? In a vivid full-colour fantasy, she saw herself being picked up and thrown across his knee, pinioned by his strong hands in a position of utter submission.

Ruth had prepared the meal and was laying the table when she heard Tony's car draw into the drive in front of her own. She had been thinking about Nicky Shaw again. She wondered how Nicky was feeling now. Was she, even at this moment, massaging something soothing into the sore weals which criss-crossed her bottom? Although Nicky was a little shorter than Ruth, her athletic prowess at almost all the sports on offer at the school had given her a superbly fit and shapely figure, and Ruth thought that her pupil's rear was a shade broader, fuller, perhaps, than her own. She was just beginning to let this thought develop, recalling the shock which had made her wrist tingle as the cane had contacted those full curves, and wondering what it must have felt like to be on the receiving end, when Tony rapped on the front door. The knock was Tony's unmistakable policeman's knock and Ruth hurried to let him in.

"Doesn't it hurt your knuckles, bashing my door like that?" she enquired, flinging her arms round his neck and kissing him firmly on the lips.

"You get used to it," he gasped, when he was eventually released. "But I must say I don't usually get a welcome like this in response." He grabbed her, both hands on her hips, pushing the dressing gown aside, and drew her to him. "That was nice, I don't know what I have done to deserve this but I can stand some more."

Ruth put up only a token resistance as his mouth found hers. She felt her nipples hardening against the coarse material of his uniform and lifted one foot off the ground as his firm hands slid down her back, splaying out over her buttocks.

It's not what you have done to deserve it but more me trying to get out of what you might think I deserve, she acknowledged silently, feeling her resistance melting as his tongue danced with hers. Eventually their clinch ended and Ruth regained her footing.

"I thought we might eat in tonight, if that's all right with you?"

Tony nodded, divesting himself of his uniform jacket. "Fine, what's the occasion?"

"Oh nothing special really." Trying to sound as innocent as possible. "I've had a rather trying day, that's all, and I don't feel like getting dressed up and rushing off anywhere. There's a bottle of that wine you like, as well." Was she overdoing it? Would he smell a rat and start to ask awkward questions? The fear of discovery added an extra frisson of excitement.

"OK. That's fine with me. There is something I want to discuss with you later anyway."

Ruth tensed up. "Oh? Can't you tell me now?"

"No, later. There is one thing though."

"What's that?"

Suddenly she found herself being grasped by the shoulder and gently spun round to face away from him.

"You didn't lock the bloody car! After all the thefts we've had round here, how many times do I have to tell you?"

Ruth sensed what was coming and tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out of his grasp. The hem of her dressing gown was yanked upwards.

"Oooooh, you beast!"

Tony's right hand gave her a stinging slap on her right buttock. Frantically, Ruth pulled away from the restraining hand and made a dive for the stairs. She was not quick enough and only reached the second step before she was caught again in his powerful grip. Before she fully realised what was happening, Tony had her in an arm lock. He placed his right foot on the first step and Ruth found herself being inexorably forced forward over his outstretched leg. Ignoring her squeals of protest, he dished out three more sharp swats across Ruth's thinly covered behind.

"Now I'll just go up and have a quick shower and change." He smiled cheerfully at his outraged partner, then lifted her up and kissed her tenderly on the lips before mounting the stairs, two at a time.

Ruth watched him go, rubbing her bottom ruefully. True enough, Tony had frequently warned her about the risks of leaving the car unlocked, but this was the first time he had really smacked her for it. He had done it hard enough to sting, too. Quickly she found her car keys and slipped out to correct her misdemeanour, lest she incur even more retribution.

As she returned to the kitchen to see to the meal, Ruth heard Tony singing loudly in the shower. If a couple of good slaps on the bottom make him that happy, she thought, you better hope the mood lasts for the rest of the evening.

'You coward', replied her conscience. 'You'll have to tell him sooner or later'.

Half an hour later, Tony rejoined her, looking very relaxed in clean denims and a white T-shirt. Ruth admired his lean physique as he drove the corkscrew into the bottle top.

"Tony, I'm sorry about the car door." She stroked his bare arm and laid her head on one side, snuggling up to his shoulder. "I deserved my spanking and I've locked it now, am I forgiven?"

Tony put the bottle down on the table and cupped his hands around her waist. "Till the next time." His hands slid upward, gently lifting her breasts. "And I wouldn't call that a proper spanking, just a warm-up."

"Ooh then I hope I never get a real one then. That really stung."

"Did it? Then I better rub it better for you." His hands were sliding down to her hips again, the thumbs moving into the band of her panties. Guessing his intentions, she pulled away from him, slapping his hands down and laughing.

"Later, if you're a good boy. I'm going for my shower now."

When she was safely locked in the bathroom, Ruth slipped out of her dressing gown and unclipped her bra. Letting both garments slide to the floor, she half-turned to look at her image in the mirror on the far wall and bent over, sliding her panties slowly down over her hips. She could see two distinct palm prints, the fingers outlined in pink, on the cheek of her left buttock. Turning and fully removing her panties at the same time, she saw that her right cheek was similarly marked. Stepping under the shower, she began another delicate conversation with her conscience.

She was still unresolved by the time she rejoined Tony downstairs.

He handed her a glass of wine and stood back to admire her as she took a first sip. She had chosen a cotton dress in an oriental style, sleeveless and fitting her like a sheath, with a bold, flowery pattern and slit almost to the waist. She had also selected her sexiest lingerie, a half-cup bra and skimpy lace panties, to go with it. The ensemble was cool, but Ruth felt anything but composed as Tony kissed her shoulder and guided her towards the table.

"I've kept an eye on things while you were upstairs and it's ready to serve."

The meal was a great success. Ruth suddenly discovered that she was really hungry, and relished every morsel. As they ate, she told him about her day, being careful to gloss over the worst of her encounter with Nicky Shaw. Tony listened, matching her appetite and plying her with liberal quantities of the heavy wine, but saying little about his own work. Ruth thought nothing of this, as she knew he was inclined to be very guarded about police work and, in any case, the wine was going to her head.

Finally, Tony put down his cutlery and watched with amusement as Ruth chased a small piece of lettuce around her plate, unsuccessfully trying to spear it with her fork. After a few moments, he took her hand and gently extracted the fork from her fingers.

"I think you've had enough, young lady - of wine and salad I mean, of course."

Ruth giggled. "Oh Sir, are you in such a hurry to have your evil way with me? Even before coffee?"

"Well actually that wasn't quite what I had in mind, not just yet at any rate."

"What can you mean, you awful man? Are you spurning my advances?"

Tony pushed his chair away from the table and beckoned to Ruth to follow him into her small lounge. "Come with me, young lady, I have something to show you."

Something in his tone made Ruth tingle from head to toe. The little voice inside her head penetrated the alcohol haze and whispered 'Oh shit! You're for it now, girl!' Ruth ignored the voice and tried to make light of the situation. "Oh, Inspector Chalmers, I love it when you are so dominant!" Her tummy was suddenly taut and that damn butterfly was fluttering its wings right down there in her private place again.

Tony picked up the small document case which he had brought in with him. He sat down on the settee and motioned Ruth to sit beside him.

"I want to have a little talk with you, Miss Jamieson." he said sharply.

He took out two photographs and put them in Ruth's lap as she collapsed back onto the settee. "Do you know what these are?"

"They are very blurred photographs." she replied, guessing what was coming next, but determined to brazen things out.

"As I think you well know, they are photos from a police speed camera. The one near your school, as it happens. This photo was taken yesterday evening and this other one this morning. They are both of your car, Ruth, and they both show you doing about ten miles an hour over the speed limit. Do you know that you would probably lose your licence if I dealt with them through proper channels? You have points on your licence as it is."

"Oh, Tony," Ruth mumbled contritely, "I don't want you to get into trouble on my account. I'm ever so sorry. I won't do it again, honest I won't."

"Not good enough, my girl. We've had this conversation before and I'm not going to keep risking my job to get you out of trouble just to have you do the same thing again."

"Oh, Tony, don't be cross with me. I'll make it up to you, honestly I will." She tried to snuggle closer to him, to nibble his ear.

"Do you remember what I said would happen if you behaved like this again?"

Oh,oh, now you're really in trouble, girl. The voice inside her head was almost triumphant but Ruth's own voice was hardly audible and she allowed her chin to quiver a little. "Yes, Tony."

While she was in the shower, massaging her bottom, still freshly smarting from the slaps Tony had given her at the foot of the stairs, she had thought the sensation didn't feel so bad, rather enjoyable in fact. Tonight would be the night of her most daring experiment. Now the time had come, she was absolutely terrified, partly because the thought that being spanked hard might be awful, and partly because submitting to Tony so totally in this way might mar their relationship.

"What did I tell you then?"

"You said you'd put me across your knee like a naughty little girl and spank me." She whispered.

"I did, and I intend to do just that. But, before I do, how about you telling me about the incident where you nearly ran over the paper boy this morning?"

Damn and blast! The traffic cop had spoken to Tony after all.

"I can see from your face that you know just what I mean. It's a good thing that constable owes me a favour. I take a dim view of you trying to charm your way round me in order to hide it from me, Ruth. That could have been most embarrassing for me if it had come out at the wrong moment, at some later date."

He was right of course and she felt wretched.

"Tony, I'm so very sorry. You're right and I'm terrible, but please don't be angry with me. Please don't do what you promised. Please."

Yes, please. Smack my bottom and make me squeal until I come and then give me a good seeing to, the impish voice of her inner self insisted.

"Sorry doesn't cut it any more, Ruth, as you well know. Trying to hide it from me amid a smokescreen of fine wine and a good meal was dishonest. And don't you dare deny it! I knew something was up from the word go. That was very naughty, young lady, and naughty young ladies get their bottoms smacked. In fact you can count yourself lucky I don't have a cane handy. I reckon you deserve a good caning just as much as that Nicky girl of yours did!"

Ruth's body began to tremble and the damn butterfly between her legs began to beat its wings ever harder.

"Tony," she muttered hoarsely, "you-you wouldn't really take a cane to my bottom....would you?"
He wouldn't, would he? Oh, I do hope so, and so does Ruth.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, January 16, 2017

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for January 15

Our discussion this week was all about helping a person whose spouse is not interested in administering spankings. Here is your advice:

Amber: I don't think we have enough information. Is an occasional play spanking what she needs or wants? How important is it?

It sounds like he has tried it for her and is not comfortable with it. Or was it he that started playfully spanking? In other words did she or he initiate it?

He may not "want" to discuss it, but this is a marriage and they NEED to be able to talk about things even if one of them does not want to. I would suggest that someplace well out of the bedroom, like the dining room table, and not just before or after a meal, and not near a time when they have something scheduled or something on tv, she turns off the phones, asks him to sit and talks.

Honey, you may not want to talk but this is too important to me. This is what I need.

But since we do not have enough information, what to say next is up to her.

a) this is a part of foreplay that really turns me on, hun. even try to explain how so he can see it is very erotic to her. Maybe make a deal of trying something he likes and him spanking her, make it alternate times for instance.

b) does she need more than this? does she need a role play punishment? if so, maybe print out enough discussions on the topic to show him just how common and "not weird" this is

or is this some other need or combination of needs? Whatever the case she has to sit with him in the aforementioned way and talk. The onus is on her.

Hobbes: Communication and love can usually solve this kind of problem; if there is plenty of both she can communicate and he will respond. What happened to stop the spanking as it existed before? The experience of most vanillas with a spanko is Pavlovian: they soon learn just how important spanking is to the spanko and enjoy the rewards the come from it so there is positive reinforcement and repetition. Fetlife, one of the largest online sites lists spanking as its third most popular activity behind only bondage and oral sex, a total of over a half million members claiming it. So I would advise continued communication, slowly and clearly, starting small and building from there. Again, IF there is good communication and love between two people this can be fixed. But you do have to make the communication effort and be honest. I have been married to a vanilla for over forty years and the spanking is nothing less than excellent.

Baxter: I agree with Hobbes in that communication in a marriage is very important. Something has happened in the relationship that has caused this situation. The writer needs to remember back over time to determine what it might be. Could be internal, as within the marriage. Could be external, as at work or relatives or who knows. Introspection and research might reveal. Failing that, ask a question and see where it leads.

Enzo: I am with Amber on this, not enough background information to understand what is going on and how the relationship was prior to this. Unfortunately, I don't have enough yo go on without random guessing, I am stumped.

Ronnie: Without having more information I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to suggest. Sorry.

Hermione: I agree that communication is the key. Bringing up the subject might be difficult, but what do you have to lose. If you really do get a complete rejection and total unwillingness to spank, then the options are to do without, or to go elsewhere for satisfaction. Most advice columnists would suggest therapy or counselling, but that depends on how comfortable you would be discussing this with a therapist.

Midwest Reader, if you would care to elaborate on your situation, either as a comment here or by email to me, perhaps we can provide more help.
From Hermione's Heart