Tuesday, April 28, 2015

From the Top Shelf - The Editor's Decision is Final

This piece by Josephine Scott, a British CP writer and editor, is the a true story of her own first caning.

A word of advice for all female would be contributors to CP magazines - when you send in your submission never hint at any of your own desires. Just send your piece, SAE enclosed, and nothing else!

You see, I made the mistake of admitting, in one letter to a magazine, that I'd never been birched, tawsed or, at that time, caned and was thus writing only from limited experience.

An immediate reply, so immediate it burned up the postal service to reach me, offered immediate 'remedy' if I cared to visit the editorial offices. What was so special about this letter? Well for a start it was from the assistant editor, not some guy in the mailing room. He had a name, a personality and talked to me through the letter as if he understood.

Even so, I thought I better clarify things a bit, you know, find out what he had in mind so I'd know what to expect. The following are just a few of the comments he sent back, comments which sent quivers and quavers through my quim.

"Twelve good strokes of the cane would be a good start - and maybe a good finish too!"

"You might find yourself across my knees for a bare bottom spanking, followed by six or eight with the cane, bent over my desk, and finally a dozen or so with the birch!"

"How about I give you one stroke of the cane for each misplaced comma and apostrophe?"

I got permission from my husband, who was less than enthusiastic but agreed because the whole prospect turned me on, and I went. In fact we all went as a family, the three of us on a London coach, but we split up at the Underground where I hopped on a tube train to the CP magazine offices and hubbie went off to sample the joys of the Thames with young child in tow.

Quaking with trepidation,I found the worst bit was actually going into the office. Halfway up the last flight of stairs I stopped and stared at the door. All I needed was to turn and run but, as most submissives will tell you, the urge to turn and run is always there but we never do.

I took a deep breath, settled my bag a little more firmly on my shoulder, and walked through the door before my resolve could weaken. I stopped and looked at the two men in the room. They both said "hello" and one came over to greet me.

"You made it then."

"Yes I did," I grinned and wondered if he knew how close I was to running away.

"Come and sit down."

With a cup of coffee and people to talk to, I felt better. The typesetter came in, someone dropped by with some pictures, discussions went on about the cover - did the marks on the model's bottom show clearly enough? Everyone was so nice and I could even forget why I was there, for a while, if I didn't look around me!


"Why not?"

I was surprisingly hungry despite the butterflies which fluttered around in my stomach when I made the mistake of looking around the room. It wasn't the girlie calendars or the half pasted up pictures that bothered me. It was the 'black corner' full of ghastly looking canes, whips and birches. I tried not to think about it.

Lunch was a good opportunity to talk and the conversation flowed freely, considering we had only just met. The chemistry seemed right, or at least he smiled in a friendly fashion!

Back in the office we were suddenly alone, the understanding colleague had diplomatically disappeared and my new 'friend' locked the door and pulled the curtains to as I watched nervously from the comfort of a large swivel chair.

"Come on." It was time. "Where do you want to go?"

"Are you asking me?" I stood in the centre of the room, uncertain.

"Yes," he said, looking surprised. "I always ask."

"Then don't. Not with me. Just tell me what you want."

"Right, then bend over the desk!"

My insides had turned to jelly. Completely. Cold anticipation, hot tingling quim. Not even sure what I was doing, feeling sexy yet scared. Doing as I was told without question...well, almost. Firm hands pushed me down and I folded my arms to rest my head on them. Funny how a desk is just the right height for a caning, isn't it? The manufacturers must have known.

"Look," he said, and the cane appeared through the crook of my arm.

"I don't want to look!" I was trying not to think about it. He had obviously decided what I was about to get, although I still didn't know. He turned back my clothes, slowly, savouring it, no doubt, while my knees trembled. My new black tights were lowered and then my pale green panties.

"Oh, very nice!"

"Really?" It made me feel good, restored a little of my confidence, though it didn't stop the butterflies. The moment of pain came ever nearer.

A hand slid softly over my bottom cheeks, feeling their softness. Appreciating their unblemished whiteness, maybe? I don't know. All I know is, it felt nice.

"Now we'll see if you mark, shall we?"

A very hard slap made me yelp. It was much harder than I anticipated and it glowed!

"A complete handprint," he said "My, you do mark easily, don't you!"

Then he placed another one right on top! I could feel my bottom protesting, hurting, but one-sided; one cool cheek, one hot. I pressed against the edge of the desk, vainly trying to escape what was to come.

"We'll do something about this side now," he said , and started spanking me all over. From the top of my bottom near the spine where the skin is pulled tight, to the undercurve which is particularly tender, he spanked me and I cried out as the pain increased. I let myself flop onto the desk and let the spanking carry on as if it was nothing to do with me. Only the sound penetrated my conscious thought, my subconscious absorbed the spanking and wondered why I never thought it would hurt this much!

"That looks fine," he said and, before I could even begin to anticipate it, the cane was gone from under the crook of my arm, was whistling through the air, and was landing with devastating effect on my tender skin. It caught me almost by surprise and I yelled out. It burned like nothing else I had experienced and I gripped the far side of the desk, determined to take it. Then came another stroke, further down this time and I almost stood up in panic but I held on by sheer willpower. Would it be six? He still hadn't said. The third stroke cut across the tender join of bottom and thighs, the tip caught my thigh and brought me to the brink of tears, and the fourth one, which was agony, was definitely all I could take.

I stood up clutching my bottom and begging "No more, I can't take any more" and he lowered the cane. "I'm just not used to it," I apologised, which was true.

"I do cane rather hard," he agreed, putting it away in the corner much to my relief.

I rushed off to the Ladies where, with the aid of a small hand mirror, I tried to inspect the weals. They looked horrific! They were already turning black and blue and they seemed to be everywhere, not the neat pink lines I had anticipated.

Back in the office, with the stripes still hurting, I sat on a soft cushion and let the pain settle to a glow. When the editor came back and asked to see the results, I lowered my knickers and showed him the lines, which left him tut tutting.

"Not one of your better efforts!" he scolded my 'friend' and I wondered why?

With knickers back in place, and a feeling of warm satisfaction spreading to all known parts of my body, I waved goodbye promising to be back one day. I rejoined my husband and child and went home on the coach, trying hard not to wriggle.

It's a good job my friend didn't carry out any of the promises made in the letters - I wouldn't have been able to take them, that's for sure! I was fortunate because an editor's decision is always final and a contributor had little to say in the matter.

I'm glad the other editors I work for are not all into CP or life could become extremely painful, methinks, but interesting all the same!

If you like Josephine's style of writing, you can find her books here.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, April 27, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for April 26

Our question this week was what three benefits do you derive from spanking? Here's what you said:

Baxter: Interesting question, Hermione.

1. Spanking satisfies an erotic need of mine as whenever I am looking at photos, reading stories or told I am getting a spanking, I get very aroused as well as when I am told to assume the normal over the pile of pillows position with my bare bottom up.

2. The second need is anticipating the start of the spanking and then the actual spanking which can be painful.

3. However, the third need is the enjoyable afterglow of a very red bottom as well as residual pain for a few days. Those are my needs and my wife certainly helps me meet those needs that are also wants.

mouse: Oh fantastic question Hermione, and one that mouse has been mulling over a lot recently.

1. For mouse it leaves her more vulnerable to Omega, which in turn makes her open to him and more honest.

2. It also builds her confidence in an odd way. It settles her mind and the usual worries she has don't seem so insurmountable.

3. That leads her to tell Omega more about the thoughts rattling around in her head, as opposed to assuming he doesn't need (or want) to know.

Autumn: 1. Erotic satisfaction--it's pretty much the only thing that turns me on...I've learned to accept that as a benefit in my life. I am who I am :)

2. It has deepened the connection between my husband and me--I have never felt more taken care of than when he's spanking me--for discipline, fun, or stress relief. And, he has felt that connection, as well, that we didn't get with more "vanilla" activities.

3. Blogging has been a very cool side effect of spanking, actually. I discovered blogs a really long time ago (when I was...ahem...underage). It was a relief to know that there were people like me in the world. And, when I discovered I really enjoyed writing as a hobby, I knew the exact blog I wanted to start!

Arched one: Super question Hermione. For me the whole spanking process is erotic no matter if the spanking is punishment, maintenance or play. Being told a spanking is in order starts the erotic process. Then I get out the implements looking each over and thinking how each will feel. Then showering and presenting myself in panties to her telling her I'm ready to accept a spanking. The panties are lowered (by her or me) and I'm told the position. Then assuming the position and waiting for the first of many spanks to land. What can I say I love it when she spanks me.

Bonnie: Three benefits? I only get to choose three? Listing ten or twenty would be so much easier.

1. At the top of the list has to be the connectedness that Randy and feel during and after a spanking. A good hard spanking reinforces and renews the bond between us as partners and lovers. I am never more open to him physically and emotionally than I am in those moments.

2. Next, I think, is the afterglow I feel for hours and sometimes even days afterward. I am happy, energetic, and in love. That twinge I notice each time I sit makes me smile.

3. Finally, there is this incredible community that coalesced around this topic. If we weren't spankos, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet so many smart, interesting, caring people.

Pecan Nutjob: I'm a switch, so, as a spankee -

1. Discipline. My wife spanks me for real "issues", such as temper flares, and the thought of previous sessions over her knees is shameful enough to sometimes remind me of proper attitude.

2. Guilt relief. If I get punished for a real issue, I feel relieved afterwards.

3. Eroticism. I feel strangely excited by spanking and other forms of discipline or "embarrassing" acts. In fact, few of our spankings are purely for real problems, most are for play, entirely or partly.

As a spanker -

1. Revenge? If my wife has been unpleasant or cheeky, I find it strangely pleasant to chastise her.

2. Eroticism. The same in reverse.

Mutual DD Couple: We're a couple in a mutual DD relationship. The three main things we get out of it are:

1. Punishment spanking has eliminated most petty disagreements from our relationship. We argue less and appreciate each other more.

2. It's incredibly kinky. Although we don't like punishment spankings (they wouldn't be punishments otherwise) we love the idea that we receive them.

3. It gives us something interesting to blog about. (We've just started.)


ricky: Consensual physical, emotional, and spiritual contact = je ne sais quoi....

1. Promotes connection; gives a reason to come together on a regular basis; loving, listening and paying attention to the feelings of the other. Allows each to feel valued and cared for in and out of the bedroom.

2. Provides a loving vehicle by which emotions are released- laughing to crying, depending on the type- whether fun, sexy, other- or all. Overall good feeling after.

3. Growth of intimacy. Promotes the sharing and giving to the other of oneself inside and out.

I'm still thinking but this is a start. Great topic! Thanks Hermione!
Hermione: 1. It's the time when my husband and I are closest, and I relish the intimate connection.

2. I enjoy the pleasure mixed with pain.

3. No one would ever guess that I am into spanking, and it's a secret that I carry with me wherever I go. I like to imagine what people might think of me if they only knew.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #70

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for another spanko brunch. Recently I've been thinking about what a diverse community we are. We all derive different kinds of satisfaction from spanking, and we all spank for our own personal reasons. So I thought it would be interesting to compare notes.

What are the three main benefits that you get out of spanking?

Whether you are a spanker, a spankee, or both, I invite you to reply by leaving a comment. Once everyone has spoken I will publish a summary of our discussion.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, April 25, 2015

You Completed the Caption

I think this picture went over rather well, judging from your captions.

Simon: Susie's hypnotic technique differed somewhat from the usual "look into my eyes".

Arched one: He said he wanted a good target to spank. I wonder if this will help him?

Anon: She'd heard many of the spankers weren't too smart and had very poor aim, so she decided that since she was going to get spanked anyway, she might as well do what she could to make sure they hit the right targets.

Jon: Does she provide equal graphic assistance for those whose focus is on her other assets and "lady parts?"

Hermione, is there a link to where that outfit is sold? 

Not that I know of, but maybe someone else can help out with this.

Nina: Nobody knew yet that the outfit would let her buttcheeks glow in the dark too.

Baxter: I hope my new outfit helps these challenged guys focus on my bubblebutt and know exactly where to spank me for best effect. I hope I get spanked soon.

King Marshal: Damnit! I told the designer "Zebra Pattern!!"

Enzo: I'm sorry I am unable to complete the caption because I am simply mesmerized.

sub hub: "Mmmmmmmmmm"

ricky: For your eyes only.

A. Lurker: She saw that outfit Fitting to wear. I foresaw a spanking fitting.

What's black and white and red all over?

Dart Thrower's Convention attire - epic fail!

Ronnie: The perfect target.

Hermione: With the target spots clearly marked, Jane hoped that Rick would finally take the hint.

Please stay for brunch if you can. If not, then come back soon. The door is always open!
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday FAIL

It's all about butts today.

There's a threesome going on in a very willing butt.

Would you fall for this?

That would be quite the video!

One of her co-workers forgot to wash his hands before slapping her butt.

That's all for today. Complete the Caption and your shift is over.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Complete the Caption

This is quite an outfit! What was she thinking when she got dressed this morning?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your trains of thought in a future post.
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Simply Awesome

This awesome statue was the subject of a post on Peach's Corner two years ago. In case you missed it, I thought I would publish it here for you. The woman who owns the massive bottom is looking away while she reaches back to slap it. Self-spanking? Demonstrating to a reluctant partner how it should be done?

I couldn't find out any information about the statue, the artist, or where it resides. Does anyone recognize it?

Peach also wrote a haiku (a Japanese verse with three lines and 17 syllables) inspired by this work of art. Here's mine:

A bottom of stone
ready to receive the kiss
of a harder hand

Anyone want to have a go? At the haiku, I mean, not spanking the statue.
From Hermione's Heart