Sunday, July 24, 2016

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #135



Welcome, dear friends, to our regular weekend brunch. No reservations are necessary; just find a comfy chair and join in the conversation.

The frequency of spankings can vary greatly for each of us, depending on our circumstances. Once a day, once a week, once a month - it depends on so many factors. Today I am interested in finding out if you are among those lucky individuals who can indulge in more than one at a single sitting (no pun intended!)

Have you ever had multiple spankings in a short time, or within some specified timeframe? If so, is it something you would care to repeat? If not, would you consider trying it?

Leave your reply as a comment and I will publish your answers once everyone has had a chance to join in the discussion.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, July 23, 2016

You Filled in the Blanks

Today's fill-in inspired these awesome suggestions!

Baxter: Being a husband is a slippery slope that leads to many spankings

Lurvspanking: A Krispy Kreme or two is a slippery slope that leads to getting to the bottom of cravings.

Anon 1: Sassiness is a slippery slope that leads to spanking.

Nude sunbathing is a slippery slope that leads to tanned hide.

kdpierre: A wet and tilted ship deck is a slippery slope that leads to a much more intimate view of the ocean.

Slippery slope argument is a slippery slope that leads to an even slipperier logic.

Jan: Saying I'm bored is a slippery slope that leads to a bright red rear end!

Six of the best: A slippery slope that leads to my dear naughty lady giving you 'six of the best', with a pliable swishy cane upon your knickers down bare bottom.

Anon 2: Not having the medium rare rump roast to the dinner table on time is a slippery slope to a well roasted rump.

Leigh: Lying is a slippery slope that leads to spanking.

Dr. Ken: Cake is a slippery slope that leads to ice cream.

Hermione: Spanking is a slippery slope that leads to wanting more and harder ones.

For more slippery fun, please join me for brunch. It won't be long now!
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, July 22, 2016

Friday FAIL

Big Brother UK contestant Lateysha Grace suffered a hilarious wardrobe malfunction when she attempted to demonstrate how to twerk on live TV.




Lateysha Grace was evicted from the Big Brother house on Wednesday and now she's gone viral. And now you can watch her mishap over and over and over again.



For fun that's no accident, Fill in the Blanks.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Fill in the Blanks

We had fun with a fill in the blanks challenge two weeks ago so I thought I would challenge you with another one, taken from the Cards Against Humanity game. We aren't playing it exactly the way the game is played, because in the actual game the answers are all provided on cards, but this is more creative.

________ is a slippery slope that leads to _______.


Fill in the blanks and leave your completed sentence as a comment. I will publish your submissions on Saturday.

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Spanking is good for you

We all know that spanking is beneficial in so many ways: it relieves stress, it erases guilt, it's a great turn-on, and it's just plain fun. Well, science has finally caught up with us.

A study has proven that spanking improves psychological health. People who indulge in spanking (or other BDSM activities) are more extroverted and open to new experiences, but also less neurotic, anxious, and paranoid. They are also more secure in their relationships.

Haven't we known that for a long time? Read about the study here.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

From the Top Shelf - Mademoiselle Isobel

Today Jamie has taken his cousins to meet Mademoiselle Isobel, who owns an establishment where dresses, corsets, drawers, and other essential ladies' garments are made and sold. While in the midst of a corset fitting in front of several approving customers, Amelia happens to glance in the direction of her audience.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Amelia watched the Reverend Dawes turn towards the lingerie department and his eyes locked on hers.

"Nooooo!"

"I say, Jamie! Good day to you, sir. A corset fitting, is it? Very good. That's the impertinent child, Amelia, is it not?"

"That's right, Reverend! We will fit her with bloomers next."

The laughter of the male voices was joined by Mademoiselle Isobel's high peal. Chewing wormwood would not have been more bitter to Amelia.

"Reverend Dawes, the drawers you ordered are ready," the corsetier said as Amelia took the tape in trembling fingers and held it to the buckle of the belt. "Monique, run and model a pair for the Reverend."

"Me, madame? But -"

"No buts, Monique. Yvette and Eloise are busy. Run along, girl, as quick as you can."

Amelia heard the woman sigh as she felt the tape tugged tight.

"I spoil my girls, messieurs, and you see the result? I expect you wish to test the garment thoroughly, Reverend? It might help to dissuade Monique from giving herself such airs!"

* * *

The party had traipsed back to the lingerie section of the shop, where Mademoiselle Isobel took coffee with the gentlemen. Monique seemed to have been gone an age and Amelia wondered what could have taken her so long. The shop-girl's reluctance to model the Reverend's order had been obvious, and Amelia wondered if the girl might have stolen out of the emporium and run away.

Such speculation was curtailed by the arrival of the young lady in question. Monique still wore her dark brown hair in an elegant coif but, instead of a fashionable, full-length dress, she now wore only a lace-trimmed sleeveless white, cotton shift, the hem of which just covered her knees. The girl's anxiety was palpable, her reluctance to approach the company plain. Yet there was something odd about her gait apart from this.

"Ah, there you are, Monique. Yvette! Trot along and fetch a number 3 cane for the Reverend - oh yes, and a bucket of water and a sponge. Run along, tout de suite! Now, Monique, but you are not modelling chemises today, ma petite. Come along now! Off with it. I am sure the Reverend is eager to see what we have done with his designs."

If the girl had seemed unwilling to approach, she pulled the shift off, over her head, with even more obvious reluctance. Her expression was solemn, even dignified, and only the barest hint of a blush showed around her cheekbones, but Amelia saw her fingers tremble as she folded the garment to place it neatly on the wooden platform.

Despite herself, Amelia stared in astonishment. Monique wore a white coutil corset equipped with lace-trimmed cups to support her full breasts. However, it was the shop assistant's lower body that compelled Amelia's attention. The cotton drawers appeared to grip the girl in an even fiercer constraint.


"Ah, yes, I thought I had better order some flogging drawers for the attendees on my course. For the sake of propriety, you know. After all, it is not considered decent for single gentlemen to beat nubile young females on their bare bottoms!" The Reverend chuckled to himself, although Amelia could not see what was so amusing, nor what relationship her own treatment had to the propriety of which he claimed to be concerned. Still, she reasoned that she was in enough difficulty already, so she kept her observations to herself.

"You see, they are fashioned in two pieces, a front half and a rear, with leather strips serving to reinforce the seams at either side."

Amelia could see. The drawers had legs about half the length of the girl's thigh, leaving just an inch or two of bare flesh between the end of the drawers and the tops of Monique's black stockings. From the bottom of the leg to the waistband, thick leather strips ran, equipped with metal eyelets, much like one might find on the lacing of a corset. Laces connected the front and back panels on both of Monique's flanks, and it was clear that these had been used to adjust the drawers until they were astonishingly tight.

"Face front, girl!" the Reverend ordered gruffly, taking the three foot length of yellow cane from Yvette, who arrived hurriedly back.

The force of the lacing had pulled the thin cotton of the front panel so tightly over Monique's quim that a fold of the material had disappeared between her legs, and the girl's dark pubic curls could plainly be seen, flattened by the thin fabric. Amelia blinked twice at the sight, not surprised to note that Monique's pretty brown eyes were watering and her bottom lip was quivering as she stood stiffly to attention. The Reverend leaned forward and prodded the girl's quim gently with the tip of his rod, provoking a terrified little squeak.

"You see, Jamie, with these, the girl's state of mind may be monitored, yet no nakedness is entailed, so even the most prurient-minded could scarcely claim any impropriety." He continued prodding for a few moments and Monique moaned again.

"Hold your tongue, girl!" Mademoiselle Isobel said sharply. "I expect the Reverend will give you something to groan about, presently!"

"All right, turn and bend over. Place your hands on the platform there," the Reverend Dawes ordered in a slightly strangled tone. Monique obeyed, and Amelia caught her breath at the sight the girl displayed. She had a full bottom, and she might as well have been naked for the extent to which the flogging drawers disguised the charm of her behind. She bent, corset creaking in protest, shapely legs straight, and as she bent the drawers appeared to tighten even more, though that seemed scarcely possible.

"What is that material, cotton?" Jamie put in, his voice slightly hoarse as well.

"The finest cambric. Usually we use it for ladies pocket handkerchiefs, " Mademoiselle Isobel said.

"That's why we need the leather strips," the Reverend Dawes explained enthusiastically. "The front and back panels are so fine, and the stress on them so great, I expect quite a few to rip through wear and tear and..."

He unleashed a yellow blur and the white-sheathed bottom quivered with the impact. The thwacking sound as the cane bit home made Amelia's own belly tense in sympathy. Monique's legs bowed slightly for a second and then straightened up again, but an "Ohhhhhh!" bore witness to the ferocity of the stroke.

"The idea is," the Reverend continued, conversationally, as he lined up the next lash," that the lacing strips can be re-used. When the panels split or rip, they can be replaced. A tedious job, perhaps..."

He struck again. Amelia saw no more than a yellow flicker, the cane cut through the air so fast, but she heard the crack across Monique's bottom and saw the buttocks quiver with the impact. This time the shop-girl could not stop a squeal and she stamped three times with her high-heeled shoes before managing to straighten up into the prescribed position once again.

"....But not a skilled one. Mademoiselle can provide the panels, fashioned to the contours of the miscreants, and the girls who split their drawers will be employed sewing in new ones."

He struck again. This time the cane whipped across the girl's thighs and a strange whinnying sound was forced out of her mouth. Monique stamped her feet and wiggled her bottom desperately, and she had to be spoken to sharply by Mademoiselle before she would straighten her legs and assume the proper position again.

"A most ingenious arrangement," Jamie murmured with admiration. "Still, this pair has not split yet."

The Reverend turned and smiled, flexing the cane between big powerful hands. "Quite right," he said. "They seem to be standing up well, so far. Silk would be stronger, but I was hoping to keep to cotton, both for reasons of economy and because I do not want my girls giving themselves airs."

At this he looked straight at Amelia and she hurriedly lowered her eyes. The effect of this was that her gaze fell on her jutting breasts and the nipples that were sticking out, visible against the thin silk, as they seemed to do distressingly frequently. You can keep your silk, she thought mutinously. But she hardly breathed until the Reverend's attention turned back to the trembling Monique.

"However," the Reverend Dawes said with a dramatic flourish, "there is another test yet. You, girl, give me the sponge."

The material constraining Monique's bottom and thighs was so thin, and so taut, that Amelia could already clearly see the welts that the Reverend's cane had raised on the girl's hindquarters, lines of pink glowing through the snow white material. Monique gasped as the man applied the soaking sponge, thoroughly wetting the whole target area. Then she started whimpering strangely.

"Is it shrinking?" Jamie asked in awe.

"A little bit. I don't think these can get much tighter really," Mademoiselle chuckled.

What was not in question was that wetting the cotton made it more transparent. The welts showed through lividly now, and Amelia licked her lips. The now wet gusset revealed every detail of Monique's quim.

The Reverend stepped back and placed the cane across the moist material sheathing the fullest part of Monique's bottom. The shop-girl gave a little wail of fear and Amelia watched the plump cheeks clench in anticipation.

"Relax them, girl. I'll have no clenching - relax them."

Somehow, Monique managed to comply and, without more ado, the Reverend lashed the proffered bottom once again. There was a subtly different sound as the cane impacted on bottom-cheeks constrained in wet cotton, and another shriek from Monique's lips. This time she stood up and clutched her bottom, deaf to Mademoiselle Isobel's shocked admonishments. The girl shook her pretty head, and hopped from foot to foot for a full minute before turning a tearful and shamefaced look toward the man wielding the cane.

"Felt that one, young miss?"

"Ooh, yes sir. It was terribly tight your reverence, sir. Oooooh...ouch!"

"Tighter than the others?"

"Y-yes Sir, quite a bit...ah...stingier on the wet."

"Excellent. Bend down again, girl!"

"Oh, again, sir?" Blinking away tears, Monique looked first at the Reverend and then at Mademoiselle, before turning back with obvious reluctance to the platform and taking up her position once more. The Reverend Dawes strode over to her and patted the damp seat of her drawers, causing the girl to wince and suck her breath in. The large man chuckled as he squeezed her bottom flesh appraisingly.

"No splits. Excellent. These will do very well."

Monique's bottom was moving in response to his probing and, as his fingers moved down the cheeks and slipped between her legs, she let out a groan. Amelia wondered crossly what this fingering could have to do with the Reverend's professed concern for propriety. Corporal correction was one thing, but it seemed to Amelia that this fondling was improperly intimate, and that Monique's moaning and writhing displayed an indecent response to such liberties. Of course, she reasoned as the girl's cries became more desperate, Monique was nothing but a shop-girl and little better could be expected from common sluts of her type. Still it was appalling that Amelia had to stand and watch the low-bred brute caress his trollop to what was obviously a climax, and she vowed to avenge herself on Monique, should the opportunity ever come her way.

At least she didn't have to watch for very long. The girl soon started groaning and gasping in a most undignified manner and finally fell, squealing, to her knees. She was given but the briefest of interludes to recover, then packed off to extricate herself from the whipping drawers and dress. Amelia sighed with relief as she watched the girl scurry away.

"A most satisfactory experiment," the Reverend said genially as he toyed with his cane. "I should like a dozen pairs initially, Mademoiselle, and two dozen extra back panels."
Reverend D is so naughty!

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 18, 2016

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 17

This week we discussed what steps we take to protect our computers against accidental discovery of our spanking preferences.

Simon: I live on my own so there isn't much chance of someone seeing anything they shouldn't. I have occasionally been looking something up whilst there are visitors watching and I'm grateful that they can't see what comes up as I type in the word especially if it begins with sp. The real problem arises, as you mentioned, if my laptop breaks down. I can't take it to be repaired as I don't know what the repairer will access. Over the years this has probably led to me replacing a number of laptops that could be fixed quite easily.

Six of the best: Hermione, I love your food selections that you start your blogs with. I could EAT them off your page. The question that you ask this week, is a problem for all of us 'spanko's, as of now it has not happened to me. But I probably would be greatly embarrassed, if it did.

Six, finding appealing food images is part of the fun I have with brunches. I'm glad you enjoy them.

Baxter: My wife has seen my stuff as I used to have a laptop that did stuff that her googlebook didn't. but she is the only one and she spanks me so no big deal.

I was missing you during the week as there was no 'write a caption' or Friday fail. Was hoping all was well with you.

Baxter, thank you for your concern. If I had really been in trouble, Ronnie would have posted about it for me. I'm so glad I'm back.

Sir Wendel: I use a separate laptop. I removed the camera and microphone because I don’t plan on ever Skyping a spanking. The hard drive is encrypted and uses a SD card as a secure login key. The misses has a laptop as well. I give her a spanking every time she jacks it up. Sometimes I think she breaks it just to get the spanking. Maybe that’s some good advice for anybody looking for reasons to get spanked.

Lilli: I generally only use my laptop to access spanky blogs/interests and no one else uses it, so I haven't worried about it too much honestly. ;)

Dragon's Rose: My lifestyle choices are not your business nor is what I do on my own computers. I have been an adult for a long time now. But if you have any questions I may answer them.

Anon 1: Glad to hear problem resolved and you're back up and running.

Interesting potential dilemma you've posed, Hermione. Humor, to me, has always been the best way of dealing with, shall we say, getting caught with your pants down. Unless, of course, it's a situation where one finds themselves -- on the carpet facing the music. If I had to take a computer in I wouldn't say anything at the time, and come back, with a sheepish grin, to pick it up and leave as quickly as possible with my tail between my legs knowing that I'm going to be the butt (pun intended) of some good-hearted ribbing.

As for denial -- puleze -- just fess up, we tops and bottoms know better than anyone you're just lying, and there has to be a price to pay. Be it a sound and severe thrashing, or in your case, H, how about a month with no spanking for lying.

Now let's hear some responses where the respondents (male or female) don't have their panties in a knot over privacy.

Amy: Hey there! When researching or looking up topics, we use Duckduckgo instead of Google. It doesn't track you. If our kids found any of this stuff, that'd be the tougher conversation. If it were friends or siblings, we'd probably honestly discuss what it has done for our relationship and may even mention how it could help theirs! LOL Each to their own, that's what we think.

Jake: It has happened to me. My dad was visiting and while I was out "borrowed" my computer. When I came in, my laptop was open and on my desk. On the screen was a photo of me bare bottomed taking a belting. I confess I was bruised.

My dad was sputtering and finally said "Would you care to explain this ?" At the time I was 25 and on my own. I smiled and closed the computer and merely asked if he would like the phone number of the girl who was spanking me. He was in shock and the subject was never brought up again during his visit. A few weeks later I got a note from him apologizing for intruding in my privacy.

Anon 2: External hard drive. We don't keep anything naughty stored on our computers. Faves/bookmarks,pics everything is stored elsewhere, and browser history deleted daily. Computer needs work, no problem. Nosy parents, friends, relatives no problem.

Liza: We have several computers. No one uses mine or my husband's and you have to know the password. We have a third one that can be used by guests. My friends and I know what we are all into so it wouldn't matter what they saw.
Hermione, what has happened to Bonnie's blogs?

Bonnie is taking a break from blogging. I hope she will be back when time permits.

Ronnie: I have a laptop and iPad that only I use and you would have to know the password. When we have family here I put both machines away so no chance of anyone finding them. The children bring their own iPads when visiting.

DefinitelyNotBonnie: My answer would depend upon the circumstances. We live alone most of the time. If our grown daughter saw something, I suspect she wouldn't comment because I might tell her more than she wants to hear. If she did ask, I'd tell her that she doesn't want to know. I'm fairly certain that she would take my word. We'd have an obligatory eye-roll and life would then progress along the previous path.

Our too-bright-for-her-own-good granddaughter is another story. If she accidentally saw something, I would probably explain it away as an ad for a dopey movie and then find a big distraction. "Would you like to go shopping with me?"

Repair dude is another matter entirely. Like Simon, I have retired a PC before its time to avoid this special flavor of embarrassment. Besides, I really wanted a laptop.

Liza - I have it on good authority that the blog you mentioned will likely return sometime in August. No promises, but it's looking better each day.

KDPierre: We live openly, so it is not an issue for us. In fact I probably spend more time trying to convince the people I know to visit and participate on my blog than I do trying to hide it.

Carl H: Rule #1 - Don't have any bookmarks in your browser. All of my bookmarks are in a series of Excel spreadsheets (all in one workbook), organized by subject. One spreadsheet is for spanking related websites and the tab simply says "stuff" (there about 12 altogether.)

Rule #2 - Use one browser for spanking related matters (say Netscape Navigator) and another one as your "default" browser for everything else (say Chrome or Explorer).

Yes, I could be "found out", but it would be pretty difficult.

Nena: I have my own laptop, one that nobody else uses and nobody else has the password to and I made it a habit to lock the desktop when leaving my laptop.
When browsing I open an incognito window so nothing is saved to the browser history.

I really don't want anybody to find out, especially not the kids and I am fairly sure the kids don't want to know about it either. I don't know how I would react if somebody found stuff on my computer, depends on who it is, I guess.

Hermione: I have taken our desktop PC to a repair shop, and just had to hope for the best. They've probably seen much worse than spanking blogs, and they were very professional, no hints that they had been exploring the hard drive. The second time I took it in, the hard drive was fried and they were unable to recover any data - whew!

At home, we have a laptop that I consider vanilla, so if anyone happened to visit and needed to use a computer, I would direct them to that. Our most frequent visitor brings his own laptop.

Ron and I share the desktop computer, but we keep our interests separate by using different browsers. He uses Chrome, Opera and Edge, while I use Firefox for spanko blogging and emails and IE for vanilla email. If someone did happen to use our desktop computer and checked my browser history, I could probably blame it on Ron (LOL!) I sure would be embarrassed. There really isn't much chance of that happening now, but when the grandchildren get older, I will probably password-protect the machine.

Katie: I have my own laptop, devices. I keep a passcode on all of them. Rob knows what it is, but no one else does. I often use my computer to do something with/for one of our kids, or occasionally a vanilla friend. In this case, since the beginning of blogging/lurking, I have a dedicated browser that I use for this kind of thing. I use the other browser for everything else.

If a guest needs to borrow a computer, I can set up a guest login.

I also keep my gmail related to my robskatie account, only accessible from signing in on the web, vs. adding it to mail apps, such as mail or outlook, etc.

The other thing that I do is when I add pics to my blog, I always do a screen clipping of them, vs. a copy and paste. If I have a photo, there is often metadata attached to that. You can make sure that there isn't with your photo program, but I go a step beyond, and do a clipping of them. It's just more safe.

I don't think that a majority of friends and family would understand how Rob and I live. Thus, it is important to keep it that way. These things help with that. Great questions!

Thank you all for joining in the discussion. Remember, I am always looking for new topics, so please feel free to suggest an idea for brunch any time.
From Hermione's Heart