Tuesday, March 31, 2015

From the Top Shelf - The Woman Next Door, part 3

Today we continue with part 3 of Rollin Hand's story, "The Woman Next Door" from his collection of female dominant stories, Ladies in Charge. Last week, our hero Curt had been caught while installing microphones in the house of his next door neighbour, to go with the cameras he had already placed there. He knows he's in trouble!

If you would like to refresh your memory, read part 1 and part 2 first.

“Perhaps you would care to explain this?” Her face was an angry mask.

Curt froze. His heart leapt into his throat. He tried to think fast.

“I, er, needed to make an adjustment to your setup. We got a tech notice and…”

She put her hand up. “Stop. Bullshit. You snuck into my house. Why?” She came forward, her eyes on the mic in his hand. “What is that?” she said, snatching the mic from his hand. “This looks like a microphone. Just what do you think you are doing?” Curt just stammered something unintelligible. “Explain this!” she said, sticking the mic in his face.

Curt could not think of a thing to say. The jig was up. He quailed in the face of her justifiable anger. He was in deep shit and he knew it. His knees literally knocked as he admitted the whole thing. He watched her expression as he explained it, hoping against hope for some sign of mercy. She went from astonishment to anger to a cool appraisal as the story spilled out.

Then she pointed to the bed and said, “Sit.”

Curt obeyed.

She stood in front of him, ticking things off on her fingers. “The way I see it, you have a big problem. You set up spy cameras, which has to be a felony. You snuck in my house, another felony. You are a peeping tom, surely another crime. One word by me to anyone and losing your job is the least of your worries. You are looking at jail time, my boy.”

Her words washed over Curt, soaking him with fear, a nightmare come true. He trembled as he pleaded with her.  “Look. Please don’t. I’ll take it all out. I swear. I’ll move away. You won’t ever see me again. Just…let’s forget all this. I’m just, you know, your average horny guy and you’re, well, gorgeous.”

“Hmm,” she said looking around. She made him show her the cameras. Made him tell her all about what he’d seen. “Very interesting,” she said. “So you saw all that, hunh? Saw what I do with my friends?”

Curt nodded.

“And all of this was recorded? You hit a button and it records?”

Curt nodded again.

“Say ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘yes, Ms. Whitehall.’ That’s who I am to you now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now to business. Let’s go into the family room.”

She put on a covering wrap and ushered him into the family room. Told him to sit on the couch. Curt walked on shaky legs, but now he saw he had a glimmer of a chance to get out of this. She obviously had something in mind.

“I have friends who I see in person, Curt, and friends who would like to see me but can’t. They live too far away. But if I could illustrate some of their fantasies about me, they would be very happy. Do you see?”

Curt didn’t see, but she continued.

“What I need is a partner, sort of a co-star who can help them live vicariously, someone whose reactions will be very authentic, very in-the-raw, as it were.” She went to the cabinet that housed the correctional implements. She selected a few. “Ever had an honest-to-gosh spanking, Curt? Did mommy ever put you over her knee and give you a real ass burner that stung like ballyhoo and made you cry big salty tears?”

“No, ma’am.”

She held up a big squat hairbrush. “Look at this. The classic hairbrush. Are you saying your mommy or aunt never spanked your little bottom with one of these until you cried?”

“No, ma’am.” Now Curt was beginning to worry. What did she have in mind?

“How about this? Leather strap. Ever lie over the end of the bed while mom or dad whaled your butt for lying? Or this---regulation school paddle. Ever take licks from the principal for tardies?”

“Yes, ma’am. I did get paddled once at school.” This one had happened to him. In junior high. Some youthful high-jinks had landed him in hot water. He remembered the summons to the office of the assistant principal. His friends Nick and George were already there. They sat on benches outside, waiting, not daring to talk. Curt could not even remember what they had done.

Then Mrs. Harlowe had come out. She was a big woman, heavyset with calves like piano legs and shoulders like a stevedore.  It was to be six swats a piece, she told them. Curt had shivered at the news. Six paddle swats from a woman of her size was something to be feared. All the other kids said so.

George went first. He and Nick strained to hear. Then a loud ‘pop!’ A few seconds went by, then they heard a crack accompanied by a faint yelp. The next four swats were equally loud and the cries, though muffled were even louder. George emerged, furiously rubbing his butt. Tears ran down his red face. He was about to lose it.

Curt had gone in next and it was as bad as he’d been told. He bent over a desk supported by his forearms, his butt stuck out like a big target. The paddle burned like a hot iron. He never forgot it. It was one thing to be fascinated by the punishment of others, but quite another to get it yourself, he realized. He handled the first lick. It was a shock to feel that swelling wave of heat engulf his butt, but he could handle it. But then came the second and the third. The pain took his breath away. Each swat look the last one to the next level of pain. By the sixth he wanted to break down and cry. It took a superhuman effort to hold back the tears. He described the incident.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said. “My clients have all these fantasies and more.” She put the implements down. “And you are going to help me bring them to life.”

Curt wasn’t sure what she meant by that. But first things first. She marched Curt to his house. She made him disassemble his computer setup while she watched. Together they carried it all back to Robin Whitehall’s house where it was reassembled then demonstrated to Robin’s satisfaction. She made him show her how to turn on various cameras and microphones, how to switch from one to the other, how to show split scenes, and most importantly, how to record.

“See?” he said as they watched the monitor. “This is FR1. You get one angle. Then you can switch to FR2 for another. But each camera has its own channel so they are all recording everything. Later you can edit the shots so you don’t just show one static scene.”

“Very good. My, but you are an inventive little scamp. I’ll give you that.”

She proved to be a remarkably quick study, Curt noticed. After working her way through the control panel, selecting cameras, recording static scenes and learning how to save them to files, she stood up.

“Interesting. You know, I think we have time to do a test run. And to see how photogenic you are. Let’s go into my bedroom, shall we?”

Curt followed her, a knot of fear forming in his stomach.  She seated herself on a chest at the end of the bed and told Curt to stand in front of her. “Now strip. I want you in your birthday suit.”

“Take off everything?” said Curt.

“Everything. And right now. Hop to it.”

Curt blushed all over as he undressed in front of Ms. Whitehall. He took off his shirt, then unbuckled his pants and let them drop. That left him in his white y-briefs and socks. He kept his head down, too ashamed to look at her. He wondered what she thought of his physique. He was no gym rat, tending instead toward a boyishly slender build, but proportioned well. He hesitated once he got down to underwear.

“All of it,” said Ms. Whitehall. “Naked as a jaybird, Curt. Oh, and put your pants and shirt over that chair,” she said, pointing at a chair in the corner.

He hastened to do her bidding then walked back, self-conscious as all get out. Oddly, his penis had started to thicken.

“Well, well, what have we here?” she said, and reached out to touch his bobbing erection.  Curt sucked air in through his teeth  as she fondled it and tweaked the tip. “A very horny lad, that’s what I think. So let’s see if this stays up, shall we?” She looked him up and down, then told him to turn around. When his back was to her she said, “Stop.” He felt her hands on his buttocks, squeezing  and pinching as if testing the flesh. “Very nice. I think you’ll do. For a boy you have pretty buttocks. Almost like a girl’s, very cheeky and round.”

“What are you going to do?” His voice almost broke.

“Well, first you are going to turn around and face the camera. Then you’re going to say what you did. Then you are going to ask me to punish you for it.”

Blushing red Curt stammered out an apology after explaining his crime. It was utter humiliation standing there in the nude explaining what he had done. He just hoped no one would ever see it. Then she questioned him.

“Look at the camera, Curt. Do you think you should be punished for what you did?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How should I punish you, Curt? What do you think would be appropriate for a young man who peeps in on a woman undressing?”

Curt sweated and shifted from foot to foot. “I don’t know, ma’am.”

“Well I do. If you were my boy and I caught you doing such a thing I’d spank your little fanny until it was raw and blistered. I’d give you a tanning you’d never forget.”

Curt had been hoping against hope that that was not where this was going, but now his worst fear was confirmed. She was going to spank him like he’d seen her do to the others. Like some naughty child.

“Don’t you think that’s what you deserve?”

How was he going to argue with her? She held all the cards now. She could do anything she wanted. “I guess so,” he said.

“You guess so? After what you did?” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

The look reduced him to jelly. “I mean…yes, ma’am.”

“Very well. Go to my dresser and open the left top drawer.”

Curt did as she asked. Inside was a paddle, about ten inches long and four inches wide, and made of some sturdy wood. He shivered. This would hurt.

“On top of my dresser is a bottle of baby oil. Bring that and the paddle over to me now.”

Curt did as she asked and brought both things over.

She pointed down at her lap. “Over my knee, Curt. Toddyside up.”

Gingerly, Curt laid himself face down across her lap. She had pulled back the wrap so that her thighs were bare and the skin to skin contact with his cock sent an electric charge up his spine. She shifted him forward, and it made his feet come off the floor.  He had to put his hands on the other side to steady himself. His rear end was now arched up over her knees in a shameful and vulnerable pose. Then he felt the oil being dribbled onto his bottom. Her hand smeared it all over his bottom cheeks and rubbed it in. It felt good, arousing. His prick started to swell up again.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Curt. This is so you’ll feel it more.”

Then he felt the cold tap of the paddle on his bottom and understood that the pleasurable feelings were at an end.

He thought he felt a breeze blow across his bottom before the sting of that first paddle swat exploded across his backside. Yeow! His head jerked up and his legs splayed out. Christ that had hurt!

Splat! Crack! Whap!
She put the paddle to him in a volley of ear splitting cracks that sent blast after blast of hot sting to sear his bottom.

“Ohhh….ahhhh!” He moaned. This was terrible. It had looked sexy on camera when it had been happening to someone else, but now that it was him, it was unbearable agony. Each paddle smack built on the previous one, producing searing blasts of heat on his seat and reducing him to a jabbering wreck. He chanced to look up and to his horror saw himself in a mirror facing her bed. He was flopping around, kicking his legs in a futile lap dance as the determined Ms. Whitehall brought the paddle down again and again to deliver its message of fiery pain to his quivering behind. It would look comical to an observer, he realized -- a nude young man, over the knee of a fully dressed woman, squirming and humping up and down in almost slapstick fashion as the paddle spanked his bare fanny repeatedly, making it ripple under the impacts while he flailed around in a panic.

“Stings, doesn’t it?” said Robin Whitehall.

“Ow! Y-yes, ma’am.” It was in fact an atrociously intense burning sensation -- the worst he’d ever felt. He was about to come out of his skin. The paddling applied to his oiled bottom cheeks stung so bad it threatened to reduce him to a sobbing mess.

“Now (crack!) are you sorry (whap!) for what you (whack!) did (smack! crack!)?” Nearly each word was punctuated with a crisp smack.

“Ow! Yah! Yes, MA’AM!” Curt wriggled but her hold on him was very effective. He had no purchase with his legs. “Ok! Ok! Please, stop!” He wailed.

But she didn’t stop. His punishment went on and on. The popping sound made by the paddle competed with his yelps. He was astonished that it could hurt that much. Tears poured from his eyes, snot ran from his nose. Finally he collapsed over her lap, completely spent and crying. Once he had stopped the wriggling, she put the paddle down. “Now get up, Curt. Face out there. Apologize to me again.”

It was a face of utter anguish that Curt displayed to the camera. In between sobs he somehow managed to choke out another apology. Only then did Robin Whitehall allow him to retrieve his clothes and go home.
Naughty boy! He got what he deserved.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 30, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 29

Our discussion was about how to explain the pleasure we derive from pain of spanking to a vanilla person.

Bonnie: Yes, spankings definitely do hurt, but it's a positive sort of hurt.

An itch is an irritation of the skin that feels unpleasant. Scratching it irritates the same skin, but feels good. A well executed spanking is like that welcome scratch.

Besides, spankings shared with your lover are really fun!

Nina: Oh wow, I think Bonnie has explained that perfectly. :) And if it is not a fun spanking, one of the wonderful effects it has is that I can feel physically that I am forgiven, and it brings us closer too, as it is such an intimate activity.

Downunder Don: How can you explain the paradox. The thrill of driving a fast car, the rush of skydiving, the tranquility of watching a sunset...you either get it or you don't!

Baxter: My answer - Well yes the spankings hurt, but the buildup to the event of desire and horniness AND then the time after of a warm bottom and some soreness are very enjoyable. Not to mention that the spanking awakens both males and females in that part of the body and the sex afterwards is incredible. So pain and pleasure mix in a wonderful brew of enjoyment.

Liza: This is how I explained it to someone last year. I said it's kind of like having really sore muscles and when you get a massage, it hurts but feels so good.

Leigh: It's like a good massage. It hurts so good.

A couple of days ago, one of the other bloggers had a post that compared wanting to be spanked with a runner. You know it's going to hurt but again it hurts so good.

Ronnie: Couldn't explain it better than Bonnie.

It hurts but it's a good hurt:)

Minelle: So many good answers here. I think it's that adrenaline rush when threatened, then it happens, and it fulfills that desire!

Dr. Ken: Yes, it hurts--no point lying to them about that.(They'd never trust you again if you said, "You're an adult, it doesnn't hurt a bit!") But I'd explain--or try to explain-- that spanking isn't just a physical act, it can push buttons on an emotional and mental level, as well. It's not just the sensation, but the setting as well. I'd emphasize the fun aspects of it--and if she agreed to try it, I'd make that first spanking as much of a fun experience as possible, including rubbing her bottom in between spanks and then aftercare.

ricky: Maybe it's like getting out of a nice, toasty warm bed on a frosty morning that also happens to be your day off, but something prompts you to get up, shiver, stomp your feet, and then wonder why you feel so good.

Jenn: I've written about that on my blog. The explanation is based on the Opponent-Process Theory of psychology. It's the euphoria of surviving a stressful situation that we are looking for when we let a man redden our bottoms. The best analogy is that spanking is like going whitewater rafting or bungee jumping - a thrilling, if painful experience that is generally survivable.

See also this well-written blog post at gettingstronger.org: "The opponent-process theory of emotion".
Hermione: These are all excellent explanations. To me, it's sort of like explaining what an orgasm is. It's a very stimulating sexual experience, but you have to try it to find out what it's really like. But unlike an orgasm, spanking is sometimes an acquired taste.

Thank you all for participating. See you next time!

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #66

Welcome back, dear readers, to another weekend brunch. Today, let's imagine that you are trying to explain your love of spanking to a vanilla friend. You receive this reaction: "Spanking? But doesn't that hurt?"

How do you explain the paradoxical relationship between pleasure and pain?

Leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has participated I will publish a summary of our discussion.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, March 28, 2015

You Completed the Caption

This delightful pair inspired my readers to produce some wonderful captions.

Anon: He said he wanted cerulean not purple, now we are both going to get it.

DelFonte: These new heat reactive pants work a treat, don't they?

Jon: Spring is returning. What are they doing inside on a day like this.
That is outerwear, isn't it?

Woman on left: Did you hear what he just said? He said has never seen two sexy bottoms like ours look so much alike and now he cannot decide which one to spank first.
Woman on right: I hope he decides fast. I am so horny for a spanking.
Woman on left: Yeah me too. I have been excited about this spanking all day.

Sir Wendel: Two spankings for the price of one!

Dr. Ken:
Girl on the left: "That's amazing! He just walked into the room and within seconds he knew that you'd been spanked and I hadn't! How'd he do that?"
Girl on the right: "He must be a mind reader!"

Girl on left: Do you think my bum looks big in these tights?
Girl on right: Yes, but not a big as mine.

Six of the best: Be it one or two, I spank you. Even three or four. I sure would adore. Give me five or six, I would give them licks. Seven or eight, I would appreciate.

Bogey: See those two gals, they both need a paddling.

ricky: Perky perks of reciprocated s____?

Hermione: Our BOGO bum sale is on now! Buy one, get one free!

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 27, 2015

Friday FAIL

Let's see what FAILs we can find on the six o'clock news.

Unfortunate name. I wonder if he's a bookie.

I don't know either. Let's hope no Chinese viewers are hoping for subtitles in their alnguage.

I would be devastated too, if I had any.

News on the bottom

We all know what happens to an Etch-a-Sketch when you shake it, right?

Not get shaking and Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Complete the Caption

What's better than one nice, round bottom? Why, two, of course!

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

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Hide the Evidence

Last weekend we enjoyed a visit from our family - Ron's son, daughter-in-law and their two small children. The baby girl is charming and good-natured, while her older brother is a two-year-old perpetual motion machine (PMM). It's nice to see them because they live a distance away and only visit a couple of times a year, but let's face it: our home is not kid-friendly. We have a lot of breakables and things that we don't want PMM to destroy. Then there are our spanking toys.

The family doesn't stay overnight with us because we don't have enough room, but they stop by for a visit and a meal. On their recent visit, son told us that PMM was tired and would probably need a nap, so could he take him up to our bedroom and let him sleep on our bed?

Ron and I exchanged horrified glances. I immediately interjected, "It's not child-proofed." We had doorknob protectors on all the doors upstairs to prevent unwanted entry, but an adult could easily open then.

"That's okay," son replied. I guess he didn't care if PMM hurt himself on something, or destroyed the telephone in the bedroom, or saw something meant for adult eyes only. But I did.

I slipped upstairs as soon as I could and started hiding the evidence. I hung a calendar over our "House of Spanking" plaque. Then I reached under the bed, pulled out our box of paddles, swiftly carried it into my sewing room and slid it under my desk. While in there I also took down our longer implements from their pegs on the wall and shoved them into a drawer. I made sure that door was firmly closed, then went back to the bedroom and put the phone and other bedside breakables out of sight. I didn't have time to empty the bedside table drawers but figured it would have to do.

Luckily for us, PMM wasn't interested in taking a nap. Each time he was carried upstairs and put onto the bed, he didn't remain in the room for more than 30 seconds after the door was shut. He came back down to be with the adults, no matter how tired he was. So our secret is still safe.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

From the Top Shelf - The Woman Next Door, part 2

Today for your entertainmentI have part 2 of Rollin Hand's story, "The Woman Next Door" from his collection of female dominant stories, Ladies in Charge. Last week we met Curt, who has set up cameras in the house next door in order to spy on his voluptuous neighbour. This week, Curt sees a lot more, and decides to enhance his viewing experience with sound.

The episode with the cute girl had whetted his appetite. Not only was his neighbor hot, she was sexually kinky as well. He could only hope she had more friends like that one. The spanking and whipping had excited him more than anything he could remember. Seeing it was one thing, but what if he could hear too? The thought intrigued him. But how?

Before he could figure that out, she had another guest. The interlude with this one was even more eye-opening than the first. He had logged in at around 8 pm and was treated to the sight of her in a tight black skirt that came well above her knees. She wore a white blouse with a choker collar and six inch heels. Odd attire for an evening at home. She made herself a drink at her wet bar and sipped it slowly, lost in thought. Then she turned her head as if she had heard a sound, and left the room. When she returned, a young man was with her. Ah, finally, the boyfriend, thought Curt. But this guy looked younger, maybe in his late 20’s. He looked more her type though. Nice suit. Polished shoes. Very buttoned down. He could be a lawyer, maybe. Or a stockbroker.

They talked. He looked sheepish, like he was explaining some failure or offering some excuse. Suddenly her hand flashed out and she slapped his cheek, hard. He did not try to defend himself.

She looked him up and down while he stood there rubbing his injured cheek. She slapped the other cheek. The guy just stood there, dazed. Then she pointed at him and gestured. The guy nodded nervously then took off his jacket, then his tie and shirt. She watched with her arms folded as he stripped right in front of her. The pants came off, then the undershirt, and finally his boxers. She barked some order at him. He snapped to and stood there at attention, stark naked.

While he stood waiting, she went to her cabinet of whips. When she turned and came back she was brandishing a thin yellow cane. Now Curt understood the clothing. She was playing a sexy schoolteacher and he was her naughty charge. She talked and walked around him in circles, lecturing, making her points with the cane which flexed and quivered as she wagged it his direction. His expression drooped. A naughty schoolboy called to task. Again, it was some sort of scolding. The man had done something to displease her. Then she stopped and stood in front of him. The man was trembling but his cock had risen and was standing straight out, pointed at her. She flexed the cane between her two hands, bending it almost in a circle. Then she walked over to the couch and slapped it down on the back, causing the man to jump.

She must have issued a command because the man came around the back of the couch and bent over it, gripping the front cushions and offering up his buttocks for what Curt imagined would be a severe caning. He was right.

She tapped his rear cheeks a time or two then sliced the vulnerable flesh with full arm swipe that made the man flinch and rise halfway up. A thin red line bisected the nude cheeks of his bottom. He danced from toe to toe on the carpet, maybe trying to shake off the awful sting. It looked for all the world that it hurt like crazy. Curt counted twelve strokes, each one apparently given with the full strength of her arm. The guy’s body reacted to each stroke. He squirmed, his arms flailed, he rose up part way only to have the cane tap him on the back, no doubt a signal to bend over again. He imagined she said ‘Get back into position, boy. Stick that naughty bottom out. We’re not done yet.’

It was harrowing and exciting all at the same time. So his neighbor was some sort of dominatrix? Curt imagined himself in the guy’s position – or the girl’s. He found that either thought made his dick hard. How could that be? He had not been spanked since he was a kid, and that had been no fun, but this looked sexy as hell.

After she had given him twelve harsh strokes, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom...

* * *

The whole thing was beyond belief. His neighbor lady was a dominant sadist? Dominatrix? He didn’t know what you called it. He didn’t care. He was beside himself with lust now. He wanted to hear what was going on, not merely see it. He’d record these sessions and have hours and hours of prime stroke material.

 But how to get into her house? The wireless mics were relatively easy. They were independent stand-alone units that just had to be placed correctly. It would take less than five minutes. Then it came to him. When she went into the back yard to sunbathe he’d slip into her house. She was usually out there for an hour at a time, and that was plenty.

So he bided his time. In the meantime two more women and one more man showed up on various nights. The scenarios varied. One slender blonde lady was a naked slave led about by Robin on a leash attached to a collar. She leaned against the wall halfway bent over as Robin whipped her buttocks with a multi-thong lash. A second guy was a middle aged man who put on a woman’s abbreviated maid costume and waited on Robin hand and foot. He made mistakes, and was scolded, and spanked on his bare bottom, hard across her knees with a big wooden hairbrush.

One Saturday morning when the sun was shining, Curt saw her go out into the back yard with a towel and some lotion. This was it. Now! He was ready. He’d had the mics unpackaged and sitting ready right by his front door. Taking a deep breath he grabbed them and hurried down the block. Her side door was unlocked. He slipped in and quietly as he could, made his way into the den where all the action usually started. A unit went on a bookcase, hidden behind a picture. Then it was back to her bedroom. It was a ranch style house, everything on one level, so he had no stairs to negotiate. He placed one unit behind a flat screen TV that faced the bed. He had positioned it just so and was about to get out of there when he felt something. It was a subtle sensation, maybe just the movement of air. He spun around. Robin Whitehall stood in the doorway glaring at him.

“Perhaps you would care to explain this?” Her face was an angry mask.

Uh-oh! Curt's in for it now! At least he'll have a week's reprieve, then we'll find out what happens to him.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 23, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 22

This week we discussed resuming spanking after a major surgical procedure. Here is your advice:

abby: Well...no hip replacement so I am not sure about that. Did have 2 major surgeries last year, slow and easy....let her find a comfortable position, and you adapt. Good luck with the replacement!

Lillyanna Rose: Sorry no hip replacement experience. As I nurse I can tell you there will be certain positions that you will have to very careful about. They will teach you all that before discharge but where there's a will there's a way! Be creative:)~ As a submissive who suffers with chronic pain my 2 cents is this. Even though she isn't 100% well spank anyways! Sometimes I get grumpy and sassy when I'm hurting and Jordan lets it slide because I don't feel well. Truth is I wish he would call me on it. Tell me it's not acceptable. Bend me over and give me a few swats. Not a really hard spanking just enough to snap me out of it and show me he still loves me despite the illness and the pain. Good luck with the surgery!

Roz: No real experience to draw on but I agree, slow and easy and experiment with positions.

Simon: Well like the others I have no experience of a hip replacement but I have been disabled all my life and had numerous operations and it hasn't prevented me from enjoying spankings etc. Obviously there are some things and positions that I can't do and I imagine that a hip operation would lead to similar issues. With a sympathetic partner though it shouldn't be a problem although I would wait a while before trying anything too energetic.

Jan: Oh bless her, How about a few weeks off, she won't be well enough to run amok anyway. Hope it goes well.

Leigh: Wishing you both well, but have no answers.

Ronnie: Sorry, no experience. Same as others, once she has recovered, go slowly, try different positions and adapt.

Wishing your wife well with her hip replacement.

Bonnie: I have no experience with hip replacement either.

After she has fully recovered, you may want to try some light, flicking sorts of spanking toys. These work at the skin level and generate the expected soreness and a good spanking sensation, but without any threat to healing bones.

Minelle: I agree with the others. I have some back issues, so nothing jarring I would imagine.
I figure when she can tolerate it, using implements that are more slappy would be best over thuddy.

Hermione: I would imagine that the medical staff would advise you on all the things you can and can't do, including resuming intimate relations. You don't have to mention spanking specifically, but you could ask about safe sexual positions and take it from there.

Downunder Don: Thank you all so much for your comments. I guess we take it slow and steady and see what happens. Thank you all for your best wishes

OTKRob: I've been through it and it wasn't fun; but the result were better than what I expected.

For the 1st 90 days you are told not to assume certain positions while it heals. It doesn't get fully strengthened until 6 months to a year. I am having my second done after the summer; so any play will take a back seat to recovery.

If you want more comments on what to expect I would be happy to let you know. You do not sleep on your side and go on your side for quite awhile. Going over your partner's knee is out of the question. Ninety days is the BAREST (pun intended) minimum. You should talk to your physician without giving specific details as to when you continue normal sexual activities.

All the best.

PS The newer procedure is the anterior; which is supposed to reduce down time considerably.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #65

You're just in time for another weekend spanko brunch. Today's question came Downunder Don, a regular brunch participant. He wrote:

"In approximately four weeks my wife will be undergoing a total hip replacement.  As you can appreciate, this is not the sort of question that you can put to your average orthopaedic surgeon or physiotherapist!

"Has anyone had any experience with how a major operation affects their spanking experiences? What are the prospects for a return to a 'normal' spanking life."

If you have had a similar experience, please help Don and his wife by contributing to this week's discussion. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our discussion.
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Saturday, March 21, 2015

You Completed the Caption

sub hub: Put the bucket down! Now!

six of the best: "My dear wife, you will be doing a beautiful barn dance before the day is over, when I will spank your bare bottom in a few moments," said the farmer.

Rollin: I don't think anything in that bucket is going cool me off, Clyde, so you best get over here and help the lady out of her dress. Then you can bring on the heat.

woman: you have been spending way too much time in the barn. get over here and I am going to give you a spanking.
man: well, my job is in the barn dear.
woman: and for that smart comment, I will double your spanking. how dare you ignore me and this fantastic body?

Leigh: Put down the bucket now. I have other chores for you right now.

Ronnie: I've been waiting for you big boy. Are you ready for some action?

ricky: Chores all done, Hon?

Sir Wendel: Enough work. Time for sex.

Hermione: You're just in time for a little roll in the hay.

Stick around and enjoy some down home hospitality at brunch, coming up next.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 20, 2015

Friday FAIL

I've been doing some baking this week in preparation for our weekend brunch, so food came to mind as the theme for this week's FAILs.

Please don't FAIL to Complete the Caption.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Complete the Caption

Anything can happen in a dark barn on a long, hot afternoon. What is this young milkmaid contemplating? What will be the farmer's fate?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will print your suggestions in a future post.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

From the Top Shelf - The Woman Next Door, part 1

Today I have a titillating excerpt from Rollin Hand's book, Ladies in Charge. It's the first of four parts, and in this first installment we are introduced to the mysterious Robin Whitehall and her curious young neighbour, Curt. Enjoy!

There she was again, sunning herself in the back yard. She had moved in that May, and now with the weather warming up, she spent a lot of time outdoors, sunning herself, gardening, puttering around in the yard. Today it was just sunbathing.

From his second floor bedroom window Curt gulped and took a long look through the binoculars. Their back yards shared a common corner so he could see her clear as day. She was face down on the towel and her top was undone, leaving her back bare. Good grief, she was sexy. A tall, long legged beauty, she had this animal grace to her. The way she moved reminded Curt of a big cat, all sultry and languid, but with the suppressed energy of a coiled spring. She had a gate that caused her hips to roll from side to side, and her calves and buttocks to flex lazily. A woman who appeared very comfortable in her own skin, she had the build and grace of an athlete and the body of a model. Add the broad shoulders, the deep blue eyes and the boyish close cropped blonde hair, and in Curt’s estimation, you had one very hot and sexy lady...

* * *
He was at the desk at the Big Buy not a week later when who should walk in, but the object of his obsession. He looked twice and blinked. Yes, it was her. And she was approaching his station.

“Can I help you?” he said, not believing his luck.

“Yes, you can. I want to buy one of those wireless security systems you advertise. I just moved in to this new neighborhood and I feel like I need something. You probably think me silly, but I have the oddest feeling. Like someone is watching me.”

Curt blushed beet red, and for a moment he was nonplussed. “I…uh…sure we have those,” he stammered. He managed to recover long enough to tell her all about them. Then, in a snap decision he would regret later, he told her where he lived and that he had seen her in the neighborhood.

“You live where?” she said.

“At 1247 Cedar. Just around the corner from your house.”

“I see,” she said slowly. Then she favored him with a smile. “Well, how nice. We’re neighbors. Small world, isn’t it?”

She bought a system, and she also requested that he install it personally. Curt was only too happy to oblige. She wanted motion detectors and window and door sensors to monitor her perimeter. They would set a date for the installation. His last sight of her as she walked away down the aisle, was of that sexy backside swaying in that figure hugging skirt.

What an opportunity. He could be fired for what he was even thinking. But the more he thought about it, the more his mind wandered into places where he knew he shouldn’t go. Yes, it could be done, he thought. He wasn’t a computer and electronics expert for nothing. So the idea of rigging Robin Whitehall’s home with wireless mini-cameras became an irresistible idea...

A week later he did it. She let him in at the appointed time, and he brought in the system along with all his gear. It was like a gift from heaven. Here he’d been thinking about actually sneaking into her house to install a spy camera and serendipitously she’d invited him in. Even better, she left him alone, telling him she had to run some errand or other. He watched her pull out of the driveway and he got to work. He did install her system, but along with that he installed some very special equipment. A few hours later she returned. He briefed her on how to use the system, she thanked him, and he was on his way.

* * *

At home he fired up his computer and logged in the remote fiber optic mini cameras he had planted... It became a nightly ritual, the bedtime routine. To Curt’s utter delight he discovered that she slept in the nude, so he could also catch her in the morning when she got up. He could not decide which he liked better, evening when she stripped down or morning, complete with shower.

A few days later, there was a change. Curt was at home and had logged on. She entered the house. Someone was with her. Another woman. This woman was younger, a short cute brunette. They prepared dinner, sat at the table, ate and chatted. Curt watched with one eye. Nothing really to see, just some friend of hers invited over for dinner. They got up, went into the TV room. The young girl left for a moment. Robin sat, waiting.

The girl reentered the room. Curt sat straight up, stared at the screen. She was different now. Instead of casual business attire, she was now dressed like a schoolgirl. She wore a plaid skirt, very short bobby sox, and a white blouse. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked years younger. She stood at attention in the middle of the room. Robin rose and walked around her, saying something while the girl put her hands behind her back and dropped her chin, eyes downcast. Robin was talking, wagging her finger. She appeared to be scolding the girl. Damn! He wished he could hear what they were saying. There was something incredibly erotic about this. Something sexy was going to happen.

Sure enough, Robin must have issued a command because the girl lifted her skirt. Underneath it she had on plain white cotton panties that hugged the luscious contours of her pert bottom. Curt’s cock surged. He held his breath. The girl blushed under the relentless scolding. Robin sat down on an ottoman in front of a leather couch, made the girl come around to her side. She pointed at her lap, and the young woman lowered herself across Robin’s knees, face down. It was obvious to Curt that she was going to be spanked. He couldn’t wait to see this.

He could see but he could not hear, as Robin began spanking the girl with her open palm. But he could see the flesh wobble underneath the panties. She spanked alternate cheeks briskly. It went on for several minutes. The spanks looked real, not like play taps. That was confirmed when she slipped the girl’s panties to her knees revealing a flushed pair of bottom cheeks, made red from the spanking. The young woman squirmed.

The spanking resumed, picking up in tempo at times, at other times slowing down. [The camera] gave him a full-on view. The young woman’s bottom was positioned perfectly, jutting upwards, the fleshy mounds jiggling as they absorbed smack after smack. The girl squirmed but did not try to get away. In fact it looked as though she was grinding her pelvis into her tormentor’s knee. Robin began to let her hand linger after each full spank, rubbing the punished globes that now glowed a bright red, like a pair of stoplights against a white background...

But it wasn’t over. Robin stood her up and undressed her, stripping her nude right there in the family room...[then] pointed to the couch. The girl bent over the back of the couch while Robin walked over to the wall and opened a cabinet. Curt could see that inside were whips and paddles hanging on pegs. She selected a whip of short strands and positioned herself behind the girl who now looked over her shoulder, almost eagerly it seemed, ready to be whipped. And whip her Robin did. For several minutes she flogged the twin bare cheeks of the girl’s behind, painting darker red weals against the red-suffused flesh of her spanked bottom.

Then she put the whip away and took the girl by the hand, leading her to the bedroom... The lights went out and Curt saw no more.

What else will he see as the days go by? We'll find out next week.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Happy St Paddles Day

Everyone is Irish today, so let's let all our hair (and panties) down!

That's one reason to celebrate.

Irish kittehs will entertain you with music

and dancing

Party hearty, everyone!

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 16, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 15

Our discussion this week concerned how you would respond to a partner who was no longer interested in spanking.

Nina: This is a tricky question. I'd definitely try to find out the reasons for such a decision, but talking hubby out of that would not be ok. I can only hope that he will never have this idea because spanking is important for us.

She and Him: While it would be a shock for me I would "Discuss the situation and try to find out the reason for the decision?" If, we could not resolve it, I would "Quietly accept it".

The reason being is that I loved my husband before DD, and I would after if he chose to stop spanking. It is about a balance of love/Dd not just a sexual relationship.

Dan: I would discuss and try to understand the reason, then give her time and see if she reconsiders. If not, I would accept it. I definitely would not consider taking anything outside the relationship. That aspect of our relationship is important to both of us, but not more than the relationship itself.

Katie: Well, that would be a shocker! :) I don't see that happening really. But if Rob ever was thinking such things, I would talk to him about it, and come to some conclusion. If his happiness meant no spanking then I would go for that. I love him.

Roz: We have kind of been in this situation. Rick called a halt to our Dd dynamic some time back. This didn't mean the end of spanking for 'fun', however that is what happened. With Dd on hold, so was spanking.

I did discuss it with him initially and accepted his decision. Happily, spanking has recently made a return :) we are trying to work through our we want ttwd to look for us going forward.

Dr. Ken: I think I'd start looking for a new girlfriend!

Sir Wendel: The day she announces it I would spank her while discussing her decision. The next day I would paddle her while trying to talk her out of the decision. The third day I would whip her bottom with the belt while pointing out that I would not be seeking out a secret spanking partner. Then accept the decision while caressing her sore bottom because I love her too much.

Terri: A very interesting question, as usual, Hermione. I would prefer to talk it over with my partner before taking further action, but if they were truly that uncomfortable with or uninterested in the activities we had loved for so long, then I would certainly raise the idea of finding someone else private and separate to our relationship who would be a play partner for me...or for the other person, if I ever lost interest--God forbid!

Terpsichore: I would have a heart to heart and discuss...

Baxter: I imagine this will eventually happen as a matter of aging. However if R decided she was done with it, I would ask to talk it out and find alternatives. If her decision was final, then fine. We have been married over 31 years now and I would not stray out of it, looking for a spanking. That would be stupid, to say the least.

Bonnie: I think I'd be devastated. After that, I imagine we would have to discuss it.

If it were for a physical reason, I could live with that. But if Randy suddenly decided to quit after 30+ years of fun and festivities, there would have to be more explanation.

ricky: Agree with her.
Maybe the consensual, exciting fantasy that initially attracted you to each other, isn't necessary anymore. Whereas the joie de vivre of just being together, is.

Ronnie: I'd be totally shocked if P told me that. Have to discuss and find out why.

Jenn: 1. Of course you will want to discuss the situation and try to find out the reason for the decision. Just take him or her at their word - if they say they don't want to, they don't want to. Be understanding.

2. Don't try too hard to talk your partner out of the decision. Just ask about their feelings and try to understand what changed.

3. Your only option may be to quietly accept it. No one is perfect, and the person must have other fine qualities that attracted you.

4. I don't think it's a good idea to look for another spanking partner for yourself. Spanking and dominating is a bonding activity. It's not like going to the movies together.

5. Worst idea is to look elsewhere for a spanking partner without telling your partner. Bruises are always a possibility, not to mention the danger in starting to be secretive about a big part of your life.

6. Consider making spanking a purely fantasy experience. You can still think about past spanking fun when you are with your partner. Maybe you can even talk to him or her about your fantasies, even if the activity is now off limits.

A related question comes to mind: Who is more likely to call it quits, the spanker or the spankee? Logic suggests the spankee, but what is your experience with those who write in for advice?

Jenn, that would make an excellent followup brunch topic.

Minelle: I think we would discuss it. I think the reasons would matter. I would never go outside the relationship, however.

Hermione: There are so many possibilities for a partner to suddenly change his preferences. I would want to discuss the reason for the unexpected turnabout. If, as Baxter said, it was a natural consequence of aging, I would accept it, and I would not consider going outside the relationship, with or without my husband's consent.  But if it was for some other reason, I would want more details.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #64

Welcome one and all to another weekend brunch, when we get together to discuss a topic related to spanking. This week, let's consider the following scenario:

You have been in an intimate relationship for several years with a person who enjoys spanking as much as you do. One day, your partner tells you that he or she no longer has any interest in spanking, and will not participate in any future activity. What would you do? 

  1. Discuss the situation and try to find out the reason for the decision?
  2. Try to talk your partner out of the decision?
  3. Quietly accept it?
  4. Discuss the possibility of finding another spanking partner for yourself?
  5. Look elsewhere for a spanking partner, but don't tell your partner about it?
  6. Some other possibility?

I invite you to leave your opinion as a comment, an once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish the results of our discussion.

From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, March 14, 2015

You Completed the Caption

What did you make of this strange situation?

Kingspan: Nervous before giving his girlfriend their first spanking, he decided to review the step by step directions one more time.

Minelle: Wait... Wait.... This is not the correct position for me to spank you!

Leigh: Is there a tutorial on how to spank your girlfriend? I better check before I start.

Nina: Hank, when do you start spanking me? ... Hank? Hank!

Ami: Bloody hell! You've certainly got an arse on you! I'd better take a picture for 'posterity'!

Liza: When Hermione told Ron about her interest in spanking, he decided to do some research. He became overwhelmed with all the terminology: warm up, sit spot, implements, after care...

Welcome, Liza!

She and him: Is there an app for this?

Welcome, She and him!

Ronnie: Give over Sharon, can't you see I'm playing my Pokemon game.

ricky: He shoots!
He scores!
(Well, at least somebody did.)

Dr. Ken: "Google -- how do you sit on a chair?"

Baxter: Hey, stupid, it ain't gonna spank itself. Get me over your knee and deal with my naughty bottom. WAIT A MINUTE, who are you emailing, that Ellen hussy? Either you spank me right now or I am breaking up with you.

Vfrat25000: Well isn’t this special. My big brother just got leave from the Marine Corp and he is due home any minute and his girlfriend wants to play the “Naughty Secretary.” I am TOAST!

A screen capture from the latest spring blockbuster: Revenge of the Nerds 12

This is SO going on Facebook!

I have to really hurry. I only have about 45 minutes left on my hour!

The Blonde: Are you really Bill Gates son?
The Geek: Yes…I am really Bill Gates son! (Bill Gates of 14101 East 15th Rd Big Springs, NE the Home of Bill Gates Plumbing & Heating))

The Blonde: Now before we go any further you promise you will buy the Carpet Sucker 5000 at 24 easy payments of $190.00 a month?
The Geek: Yes…Yes…Anything…I’ll take two just do that thing you mentioned earlier!

Hi Mom! What blonde! I don’t see a blonde!

A. Lurker:  I think I read about this in a blog somewhere. Let's see "H E R M I O N E . . ."

I was going to research this spanking thing but all the blogs have that "adult content" label and we are not adults so I couldn't get in.

Bonnie: Hang up and drive!

Sir Wendel: W T F Dude! Even Mario and Luigi would know what do in this situation.

Hermione: Although Curt was eager to give Glenda a well-deserved spanking, he couldn't resist one more game of Candy Crush.

For more multi-tasking opportunities, join us for brunch, coming up next.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 13, 2015

Friday FAIL

After a mere 16 months in Canada, Target is closing all its stores and putting thousands out of work. All their merchandise is now discounted between 30% and 50%, so let's go shopping for bargains.

These guys are in a hurry to be at the head of the line when the store opens, but don't they feel a draft?

 The atmosphere in the store is sombre, but there's still the opportunity gor a little fun. I guess all the Bs were sold out.

 This shopper wants to stock up on party goods. Ten baskets worth.

 But this one seems to be having trouble with her cart.

 Still, the clientele can't compare with the Walmartians.

That's quite an impressive tattoo.

Before the doors close for good, please stop by and Complete the Caption.
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