Monday, February 19, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 18

Do you think that spanking is a gateway to BDSM?

Michael: Sorry if this is a duplicate post. Just learning the site.
Yes, my gf and I have a mutual DD relationship and spanking has evolved into more and varied BDSM play.

KDPierre: No. I don't believe in "gateways" unless the term is used strictly in the sense of an 'ice-breaker'. As a slippery slope pathway however, no. And I think the proof for this is quite simple. There are a myriad of BDSM activities and there are practitioners of some that are simply not into others (spanking included). You could be into BDSM bondage and not want to get spanked, and you can like a good spanking yet not want to have a plug in your bottom, and so on. Having an interest in spanking can easily coincide with other fetishes and interests, and often do...(Hell could be the poster-child for this! LOL) but it is not a 'given'. A person could very easily have a 'stand alone' spanking interest with no other cross-over, and indulging that spanking interest isn't going to alter that. Now if someone has other, possibly buried, interests, starting out with spanking could well open the field to trying the others, but I would not say that's a 'gateway' in the sense that it is usually used.

Anon 1: Not a bit for most people.

Of all the people I know who like spanking, none are interested in any other aspects of BDSM.

Lea: It wasn't, not for me. Actually, BDSM was a gateway to spanking for us. We were more D/s and bondage and less impact stuff at first!

I think it depends on the person and what their leanings are to begin with.

Sir Wendel: It is not for us. We just like to spank each other and not interested in anything more extreme.

abby: For me the answer is yes. All I was interested in was spanking...never even had considered BDSM...M, in his wise way, slowly introduced me to 'pleasures' of it.

Roz: For us over time the level of intensity and implements increased and spanking did on occasion lead to other activities such as light bondage, clamps etc

Willie: In our case it was. We started out what many would consider a Dd couple and that moved into what is basically classified in this corner of blogland ( or my impression is) to D/s. Barney uses BDSM as play and to 'reset' us. It is more for his enjoyment than mine. LOL. But the end result is always good - much like spanking. For us spanking has physical limitations, so this is where other BDSM activities come into play. All in all it allows us to get back to our roles when life pulls us apart.

Prior to our Dd life and spanking, I never ONCE considered BDSM.

Katie: I don't think that it is necessarily a gateway unless one wants it to be. Though our focus day to day is on spanking, I'd say that we dabble in D/s lite too. I've always looked at it as ttwd "with a twist of D/s"! We found just the right balance for the dynamic that we have. Can be lots of fun! ;)

Dan: For us, it worked kind of the opposite. We started off with "play spanking" that we never really labeled as BDSM but it basically was a form of BDSM "scening." We also experimented with some other BDSM-oriented kinkiness. But, my wife grew concerned that play-acting a scene in which I was fake punished for real bad conduct might actually reinforce the bad conduct. I then stumbled across the concept of spanking as a form of adult discipline -- otherwise known as Domestic Discipline -- and we gave it a try. Now, we use spanking exclusively as discipline, and most of the BDSM activities have stopped.

So, I don't see spanking as a "gateway" so much as a very flexible means to all sorts of ends. It can be erotic or disciplinary, play-acting or all too real.

Ronnie: I never really thought of BDSM before spanking but over time, we've done the role play, different implements, clamps, little bondage so I suppose the answer is a sort of yes as we would never have tried the other had we not started spanking.

Rosco: We don’t really use the phrase BDSM. But my wife first spanked me in 1980, and we’ve extended our activities in many ways since then.

I was the one who first asked to be spanked. It took her a little while to get into it, but then she sent me out to buy a riding crop. Then it was toys so she could violate my bottom.

She also dresses me in panties and will spank me and put me to bed in a frilly pink nightgown.

I’m often bound at the head and feet in bed - just loose enough so I can turn over. She’ll thrash my bottom, then turn me over and sit on my face - I call it reverse cowgirl cunnilingus. Usually I’m tied up when we have sex. But sometimes she’ll leave me tied up for awhile waiting and wanting.

She doesn’t wear leather, but does have a number of sexy outfits that she wears.

Is this BDSM? I don’t know.

Yorkie: No. Never. And never will be. She hates spanking me but still does it bless her but neither of us are interested in anything more.

Hermione: Several years ago I discovered a television series called Kink. Each season, the show documented the kinky activities of several couples and individuals in a different Canadian city. Oh my! I learned so much about kinks I had never even heard of! But the only part that really interested me was the spanking. Flogging, maybe. A little bondage, yeah, okay. But nipple clamps made from tiny clothes pins from the dollar store? Forget it! Most of what I saw turned me off, but it was worth watching to catch glimpses of people engaging in what I loved most. What I learned was that I am quite happy to remain a spanko, but that there are more pleasures out there for those who are inclined to try them.

Thank you all for presenting all sides of this interesting theory.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #215

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for another scintillating conversation. Last week we discussed whether your spanking activities tended to escalate over time. This week, let's explore this escalation even further.

Do you believe that spanking is a "gateway" to BDSM? Has your interest in spanking led you to explore aspects of BDSM that you otherwise would not have considered?

As usual, leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our conversation after everyone has had a chance to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, February 17, 2018

You Completed the Caption

Sir Wendel: “Free Spanks” - howled the dog.

Baxter: Oh woe is me, I forgot a bucket for the water and the handle won't go down. My little tender bottom is going to be spanked for this. Oh woe is me.

KDPierre: Never having actually witnessed this scene, the Johnson's were at a loss to explain why there was a localized splintering of their water pump platform...with fur bits radiating out from it in all directions.

Dave: Wait...Did Master want to see me "hump" or "pump"? Maybe this will do both!

Katie: After watching the Olympics, Hilda was determined to begin some daily exercise. She thought it a good idea to incorporate the water pump, and imagined it a high hurdle. Little did she know that her first attempt would land her in this situation. Unable to stop pumping, due to the loud protests of her enthusiastic puppy, she feared that her Sir would be alerted to the barking, and spank her for this ridiculous, and dangerous sport-like activity!

Anon 1: Hilda: I yelled that I needed you to RUSH. I never said anything about needing you to bring a BRUSH.

Anon 2: He warned me this would happen. But did I listen? No. I was a real brat. I stuck my tongue out and told him I could damn well do this myself. Then he warned me what he would do to me if I got myself into this position. But did I listen then? No! And now he’s walking over here with a big grin on his face and taking warm up swings with that damned paddle. Boy is he going to roast my rump but good … and right here, in the open, where anyone can see me him soundly spanking my big, bare bottom. Ugh, I hate it when he’s right, especially when I'll be reminded of it every time I sit down for the next week.

Ronnie: Oh dear, it's stuck. I'm not going to be sitting very comfortably later - he told me he'd fix it when he came home.

Hermione: Here he comes with the switch. I wish I hadn't tipped that bucket of water over him while he was sleeping.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, February 16, 2018

Friday FAIL

Some inventors have great imaginations but no common sense. Take a look at what various creative geniuses have dreamed up.

Sorry, guys and gals. Don't give up your day jobs.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Complete the Caption

I had to laugh when I saw this picture of Hilda. It just screams "Spank me!" don't you think? But our Hilda looks worried, and I wonder why.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your naughty thoughts on Saturday.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

From the Top Shelf - In a Mist, Chapter 22

The story so far:
Chapter 1Chapter 12
Chapter 2Chapter 13
Chapter 3Chapter 14
Chapter 4Chapter 15
Chapter 5Chapter 16
Chapter 6Chapter 17
Chapter 7Chapter 18
Chapter 8Chapter 19
Chapter 9Chapter 20a
Chapter 10 Chapter 20b
Chapter 11Chapter 21

Sadly, we have now reached the conclusion of our story. Will Lennox finally find true happiness? Will he and Elizabeth reunite? Are Florence and Tomms still together? Read on and find out.

Final Chapter - In which Lennox indulges all his sensual pleasures.

Late that night as Lennox lay naked and sleepless on his bed, his prick stiff with excitement at the memory of Lucy Palmer's caning, there was a timid little knock at the door.

"Christine?" he said softly but loud enough for her to hear. His cock twitched expectantly.

The door opened and there she stood silhouetted in the moonlight. Her gamine fringe accentuated her girlishness as did the cotton singlet and schoolgirl panties he insisted she wore instead of night attire when she came to his bed.

During the months she had been there he'd trained her to pander to his every whim. She was his dream come true, the living epitome of every lustful fantasy he'd ever had. She loved to please him in every possible way, for in doing so she herself garnered a harvest of untold pleasure and fulfilment.

He could do to her whatever he wanted - for whatever he wanted, she wanted too.

She turned to close the door behind her. The moonlight streaming through the ivy-fringed window shone like a spotlight upon her soft round bottom. The lavish contours of her arse-cheeks and the deep sensual cleft between them was all too apparent beneath the tight white cotton panties.

The knowledge that she was totally his, to do with as he pleased, made him ache all the more for her.


Blinded by the moonlight she could only hear his voice coming from the dark looming shape of the bed.

Then a stray moonbeam picked out a thick white tower, a lighthouse rising proudly from the sea of crumpled bedclothes - her master's prick. As in a dream she slowly moved towards it.

"Take it in your mouth, Christine."

Obediently she knelt down beside the bed. He groaned with delight as her soft moist lips enfolded his delicately sensitive glans.

Greedily she sucked him, accommodating all she could of his thick, fleshy rod, while his hands caressed, beneath the thin cotton, her breasts, her bottom, and down between her thighs where the gusset of her panties grew hot and sticky against her wet, palpitating quim.

She continued to suck him noisily until he felt himself about to explode in her mouth, at which point he told her to stop - for his preference was always to ejaculate in the place nature provided for the purpose.

Besides which she deserved summary punishment for such brazen shameless behaviour.

"Little hussy! You've earned yourself a bedtime spanking!" he panted with excitement. "Take down your knickers immediately!"

Eagerly Christine did as she was told while Lennox seated himself on the edge of the bed. His penis, bigger than ever before, glistened with the dew of of Christine's saliva.

Although they were now patently lovers, Lennox never play-acted when it came to disciplining her. The 'bedtime spankings' he gave her were, for Christine, painfully real. While she draped herself submissively across his broad lap, he inserted the shaft of his penis in between the fork of her thighs so that it rubbed maddeningly against her swollen sex.

As he spanked her with loud fleshy slaps, alternating from cheek to cheek, so the heavy impact of palm on buttock encouraged her to pump her loins up and down - generating exquisite friction between her engorged clit and the shaft of his cock. By this means he was able to bring her to climax several times during the course of the spanking. Christine's animated cries were more to do with pleasure than with pain - although afterwards her bottom felt hot and sore for quite a while, yet curiously never at the actual moment of chastisement.

Sometimes he used an ivory-backed hairbrush on her in this fashion, and he was delighted to discover that once Christine was erotically aroused he could administer a severe spanking that would leave her marked for days afterwards - but which never seemed to cause her that much pain at the time of infliction.

Not that he shrank from inflicting pain on her - quite the opposite, for the more he punished her, the more certain she became of his love for her. Several times already, in the privacy of his bedroom, he had caned Christine twice as hard as he had caned Lucy Palmer - and she had loved him for it, treasuring the weals he planted on her soft receptive bottom.

But more and more his hectic love-making bouts with Christine taught him to channel his aggression away from the infliction of pain for its own sake and into a delightful no-man's-land where pleasure and pain held equal sway. He even developed an ingenious technique of incorporating this into their coital positions. He would lie on his back with her above him, impaled on his rigid cock, then swivel her round until she was lying across his lap. Thus he could spank her and fuck her at one and the same time.

Another thing he liked to do while they were making love was to threaten her with a caning there and then. The mere threat was usually enough to make her come, and he loved to thrust masterfully inside her while watching the ripples of orgasmic delight distort her pretty face.

Sometimes, more exciting still, he implemented his threat and, brusquely withdrawing his penis from within her, reached for the light-weight rattan cane he always kept in readiness beside the bed. Ordering her to lie on her tummy, stuffing a pillow beneath her loins to elevate her naughty bottom to a pleasingly erotic angle, he would cane her slowly and cruelly, ignoring her tears and her cries of pain, gloating instead on the rich, rubescent weals with which he was adorning her pretty bottom - like diadems of precious stones.

He always seemed to cane her more violently on those occasions. It was as though the volcanic passion of some bitter anger locked deep inside him was being released.

After such a caning he would invariably take her from behind and, as he reached his frenzied climax, he would squeeze and pummel her aching buttocks with unmitigated savagery.

Afterwards he always felt God-like, as though he'd transcended to a higher plane. The entire armies of the Third Reich could lay siege to Lymchurch House for all he cared!

o O o

June 6th 1945. Hazy blue skies and tender sweetness of summer in the air. Lennox and his perennially naughty Christine celebrated V.E. night in one of the new night clubs that had sprung up in the shabby streets adjoining Leicester Square. The Ace of Spades it was called, a long low-ceilinged cellar joint, uncarpeted and cheaply furnished with rickety old tables and chairs.

But it had the best jazz combo in London, so Lennox had been assured. Rumours abounded of legendary American negro hornmen, on leave from Uncle Sam, nightly blowing up a storm.

By midnight the tiny place was jam-packed with drunken revelers, their loud uncouth presence bitterly resented by the serious hard-core jazz aficionados who were there solely for the music. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the humid air, as did the stink of unwashed bodies and cheap perfume. Lennox loved it. He'd never been anywhere like it before in his whole life. This, he felt, was his real home. Leaving Christine at a table with the beers, he fought his way through the jostling throng to get a look at what was happening on the bandstand at the other end of the room.

An enormous bull-necked negro G.I. was playing the tenor saxophone. Behind him a cadaverous-like youth in dark glasses was crouched over the piano, his splayed fingers hammering out jaggedly dissonant chords. Sweat pouring down their faces, the bassist and drummer were doing their utmost to keep up with the ferocious tempo the negro hornman had set.

His eyes open but expressionless, the huge hornman was spattering the opposite wall with machine gun volleys of sound. To Lennox's bewildered ears it seemed a frighteningly nihilistic music, full of discords, high-pitched squeals, and abrupt polyrhythmic explosions. Lennox guessed they were playing a twelve-bar blues, though the chord changes were barely recognisable. A skinny, sleek-haired adolescent, eyes wild and mouth agape, leaned across and yelled excitedly in his ear "So this is Be-Bop!"

As the number ended suddenly, almost in mid-flight, to tumultuous applause, the black tenor man looked down and spotted Lennox, anxious and restless, his cornet-case in his hand. A smile flickered briefly across the negro's bored expressionless features. "Hey man, you wanna jam?" he murmured in a voice of gentle amusement.

Never one to turn down a challenge, Lennox nodded eagerly and jumped up on the stage. But his heart began thumping and his lips suddenly felt dry and parched. He was so nervous he wondered if he'd be able to produce a single note from his horn. Nevertheless he was determined to at least try.

"I say, do you happen to know an old Dixieland tune called 'Indiana'?" he stammered shyly, removing his battered silver cornet from its case and blowing down it self consciously.

"Sure thing, man," the negro nodded, turning to the rhythm section to count it in. Before Lennox could ask him what key they were playing in, they were halfway through the first chorus.

Afterwards he came off the bandstand feeling dazed, depressed - yet at the same time elated. He had barely managed to keep pace with the blistering tempo , for he had never had to play so fast in all his life. He had peppered his shrill frenetic solo with embarrassing 'clinkers' but in spite of that the crowd applauded him, and when it was over the big smiling tenorman had hugged him to his chest, calling him a 'mean cat'.

In a mist of euphoria he rejoined Christine at the table. She leaned across and kissed him proudly on the lips. "You were wonderful!" she gasped. "I never realised you were that good."

That night it seemed to Lennox like the dawning of a new age, with the War over and this tremendous discovery of a whole new form of jazz. He looked at Christine, flushed and excited in the red dress he'd bought her that day from a Knightsbridge store. It set off her figure to perfection and he remembered the spanking he'd given her that afternoon and how sweetly vulnerable she'd looked in her old school uniform.

He was glad too that he'd thought to pack a slender whippy cane in his suitcase. Even though Christine was now twenty-three, he still caned her bottom at the slightest provocation. It gave an exciting edge to their relationship, and she respected him for doing so.

It was well past two o'clock in the morning when they finally left the Ace of Spades. There were no taxis to be had for love nor money, so they walked wearily all the way back to the Bloomsbury flat which Lennox had managed to beg the use of from an old college friend. The West End streets were still thronged with drunken merrymakers. He felt happier than he had ever done before - even though he was out of a job and with a young woman to support too.

His school had closed down, the girls had all gone their separate ways - all except Christine, who had admantly refused to go anywhere without him.

Lymchurch House had reverted to its rightful owner, Elizabeth Montague, who had promptly sold it to a fat war profiteer from Birmingham. Lennox had met her briefly, for the last time, when she had come to take a look at the place.

It had been mid-winter when Elizabeth arrived swathed in Russian sable and french perfume, in a sleek chauffeur driven limousine. She was a fine patrician lady now. Lennox had found it hard to imagine her as the headstrong little tomboy he'd put across his knee with such relish all those years ago. There was an awkward exchange of inconsequential small talk and her cold reserve made him feel ill at ease. He was relieved when, after an hour, she left for a pressing engagement in town. She extended a kid-gloved hand to him, which he shook formally. As her car glided away he knew their paths would never cross again.

When Lennox and Christine got back to the flat in Bloomsbury, dawn was already beginning to break over London. Suddenly all his weariness forsook him and he knew he wanted her like mad. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing his giggling girlish bundle on the bed and arranging her in a kneeling posture so that her well-rounded rump stuck up at a provocative angle. His eyes glinted dangerously as he flipped up the back of her new dress and peeled down her flimsy pink panties.

"Oh golly!" she protested, half-heartedly, "you're surely not going to spank me again, are you? My poor little bottom's still sore from yesterday afternoon.

But he was already searching the bedroom cabinet for the hairbrush.

Well well! So Elizabeth was now only a distant memory and she has gone on with her life. But Lennox and Christine have a fine future ahead of them, provided he finds a way to support them. But that's another story!
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, February 12, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 11

Do you and your partner remain at a consistent level of spanking intensity, or have you escalated your intensity over time?

abby: We do try new implements, new positions, more intensity....Master is very He says...likes to keep me on my toes, in more ways than one. He is also very open to trying any ideas I suggest.

Amy: We are all over the place depending on the amount of time Eric is home. Overall,though, we like the variety and like to push the limits. Also, some of our spankings are for discipline (which seems to be more emotional than physical) and then there are those for a "reset" or clearing of the mind. Those tend to be way more physically intense.

Fondles: We sometimes go thru phases of "tried and tested" but at other times it's anyone's guess. Sometimes BIKSS will be in the mood for mixing it up, and sometimes I'm the one who wants more or will request for a particular implement.

Roz: Well, there hasn't been much ttwd action here for so long. Consequently any time we do indulge it's very light.

Dave: We are always on a seemingly never-ending quest together, in order to try new things, new scenarios, creative roleplays, new implements and hopefully expand our levels and limits in the spanking scene, so to speak. Always hoping to get to that "next level."

Anon: We are still struggling with consistency. I need more strict discipline and punishment, but Master prefers to spank as a prelude to physical play. He tends to stop short of leaving the lasting sting I need to feel when its over. It has been months since I've felt fully disciplined. Master stops as soon as I start struggling to remain in position/Submission, despite my begging that he push me and continue. His intensity is not consistent. He mostly eases the intensity when I react to any swat of the paddle.

A.J.: Pain is not part of our folio. A red bottom with a little sting and lots of rubbing after - sure! That turns her on, and ditto when it is me on the receiving end. All in fun and leading to "other" things, if-you-know-what-I-mean-and-I-think-you-do.
Hermione: At one time, when we were just starting out, I constantly yearned for more: harder, faster, longer! We gradually escalated over time with longer, harder spankings and use of multiple implements. Now we are at a point where no more escalation is needed. After ten minutes of spanking, my bottom is numb, so going longer, harder, or adding more severe implements would have no effect. But it took us several years to get to this point.

Lea: We go through both. It is sometimes same old, same old, or: If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Usually I am fine with whatever Sir decides. Same, or more intense. Just his hand, or many implements.

Lately I've been a fan of more more more! And so has he. But we'll go back to maintenance eventually.

It is a bit of a rollercoaster.

Thank you all for your interesting responses. Next week I will have a follow-up question.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #214

Welcome to our pre-Valentine brunch. You are all welcome to voice your opinion on what I hope will be an interesting topic today. Let's evaluate your current spankings.

Are they all you need to give or get, and do you and your partner consistently stay at the same level of intensity? Or do you regularly strive to experience more pain, use more severe implements, or employ other means of experimentation to reach a new level?

As always, leave you response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion in a few days.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, February 10, 2018

You Finished this Sentence

Once I realized my mistake...

Amy: ...I put a pen and paper next to my bed so I could write down all of the grand ideas I have at midnight. ;)

Ronnie: was too late, I was over his knee getting spanked.

KDPierre: ...I immediately regretted that life doesn't come with a reset feature like video games do.

Anon 1:  ...I knew I'd soon be standing in the corner with my sore, red bottom on display so my husband could admire his handiwork (or rather, his brushiwork).

...I knew there was no getting out of the spanking he'd promised me if I made this mistake again.

...I apologized, which at least saved me for the moment, but only postponed the fate that awaited me when my boyfriend got me home.

...I knew I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for the next week.

...I dared my husband to follow through on his threat to spank me--which proved to be my second  mistake.

Bernie: ...I went to the closet, got the paddle, undressed and waited for the inevitable.

Hands63: ...I blamed the dog.

Lea: ...I tried to hold it in, to keep me out of trouble--but I just blurted it out, like I always do!

Anon 2: ..I turned tail and ran.

Minelle: backside began to tingle in anticipation of my future spanking!

Sir Wendel: I was already getting the paddle once I realized my mistake.

Anon 3: ...I asked myself what President Trump would do in a situation like this, so I claimed that the very idea that I had made a mistake was fake news. My husband's reaction was to inform me the very idea that I was too old to be spanked was fake news, and then he proved it by giving me the most real spanking I've ever received.

Hermione: ...I pulled up my panties and said, "Sorry I thought I heard you say 'I want to spank you'. You're welcome."
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, February 9, 2018

Friday FAIL

Bad thing happen to good (and not so good) people all the time. We were fortunate to catch these events on camera in mid-FAIL.

Your life doesn't seem so bad now, amIright?
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Finish this Sentence

Last night I woke up around midnight and thought of several sentences that I thought would be really fun to complete. I didn't have a pen and paper handy but oh well, I told myself I would surely  remember them in the morning. Ha! Famous last words, right? Anyway, here's the only one I could recall. The rest are somewhere in my mind and I'll try to record them if they pop up during the day.

Once I realized my mistake...

Finish the sentence in the comments section below and I will publish your sentences on Saturday. I can't wait to see them!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

From the Top Shelf - In a Mist, Chapter 21

The story so far:
Chapter 1Chapter 12
Chapter 2Chapter 13
Chapter 3Chapter 14
Chapter 4Chapter 15
Chapter 5Chapter 16
Chapter 6Chapter 17
Chapter 7Chapter 18
Chapter 8Chapter 19
Chapter 9Chapter 20a
Chapter 10 Chapter 20b
Chapter 11

Lennox is enjoying his time at tutor to wayward girls at Lymchurch House. today we meet his new favourite, as well as some also-rans.

Chapter 21 - In which Lennox discovers his perfect soul mate and a thief gets her just reward!

Although small-boned and delicately built, Christine was quite a big-bottomed girl for her size. Her slender shoulders and narrow waist accentuated the provocative flare of her hips. When she bent down to tie up her shoelace the sight of her proffered buttocks in all their magnificent vulgarity, her skirt-seat stretched to bursting point, was enough to inspire the most sadistic fantasies in any red-blooded man.

If any girl was born to feel the bite of a cane across her pretty behind it was Christine. She came from a Catholic Anglo-Irish family. The rites of confession, absolution and penance were in her blood. At the convent school she'd attended the Sisters of Mercy had taken the leather strap to her bottom on many occasions.

So it was that, unlike some of the girls at Lymchurch who objected strenuously to receiving physical correction, Christine accepted it without protest or demur - as though it were the most natural thing in the world to offer her well-rounded bottom for chastisement.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lennox was swift to take full advantage of Christine's uncomplaining acquiescence. A quiet, thoughtful girl, she was not the kind to spearhead a classroom mutiny or flout even the most trivial of school rules, so in the beginning Lennox had to invent reasons for punishing her.

In desperation he found himself resorting to the flimsiest of excuses. He would detain her after morning classes and say: "Christine, I am dissatisfied with your progress. Report to my study this evening after Prep. Perhaps a good spanking over my knee will help you to smarten up your ideas," and she would redden and look down at her shoes. He'd crook his index finger under her chin and compel her to look up into his face. Did he detect in those timorous eyes a tiny tremor of desire? She'd give an embarrassed gasp as he dismissed her with a sharp slap on her bottom.

Despite her unprotesting compliance Christine was only human. To be sentenced to a spanking was, for her, a well-merited penance the justice of which she never questioned - but that never made it any less of an ordeal for her. How it excited him to imagine her feelings of mounting trepidation as the afternoon lengthened into evening and the time approached when she would have to knock timidly on his study door, her heart in her mouth, and enter, a delectably blushing schoolgirl in white blouse, grey pleated skirt, and ankle socks that made her look much younger than her eighteen years, to hear him say those by now all too familiar words:

"Ah, Christine, come for your spanking, have you? Lock the door behind you, there's a good girl, and slip out of your skirt and won't be needing them for the next hour or more...ow then, let's get this naughty big bottom of yours well stuck up across my lap so that I can really give it the firm treatment it deserves...oh dear, tears of penitence flowing already, even before I've begun? How very commendable in a young then, I think we'll have this bottom a little higher relax your bumcheeks...come on now, legs well need to be shy with me,Christine, I've seen everything you've got many times before!"

And then he'd commence spanking her. Slowly, unhurriedly, savouring her petrified little squeals of embarrassment and pain. Savouring too the heady intimacy of palm against bottom-flesh, each sonorous smack kneading the plump, jouncy buttocks - prising them apart to disclose, to her intense mortification, her tight little anus and the deep cleft below delicately fringed with fine brown curls...

So deliciously compliant did Christine turn out to be that soon Lennox no longer felt the need to invent excuses for punishing her. Her nocturnal visits to his study grew longer and more frequent until they became the talk of the dormitories. Nor were her visits now solely confined to his study. Before very long Lennox was ushering sweet submissive Christine up the back stairway to his bedroom.

She became his pet, his toy, his favourite plaything. He grew besotted with her, and she with him - for Christine was the kind of girl who, especially in those turbulent war years, needed the firm reassurance and guiding hand of a 'father figure', her own beloved father having perished at Dunkirk.

Apart from her natural submissiveness what else was it about Christine that caused him to single her out from the rest of the girls? Her grey-green eyes? Her mousey-brown collar-length hair cut in a zigzag fringe over her high forehead? Her finely-sculpted face with its high cheek-bones and its air of disdainful sulkiness?

Was it her voice, soft and husky, with its pleasing northern lilt? Did it remind Lennox of his own home town and all those bonny Yorkshire lasses there whose bottoms he'd secretly, guiltily, ached to chastise?

Was it her slow-moving lazy sensuality, the pronounced heaviness of her hips that made her bottom sufficiently plump to draw attention to it, making it seem ideally formed to be spanked and caned?

Or was it the delightful softness of her pale translucent skin, and the fact that - at least in the first few weeks that he regularly punished her - it marked so easily?

All those things, together with the quiet unstinting devotion she showed towards him, both aroused his passions and touched his heart. There was a sense of completeness that he'd never experienced before with any other girl - not even Elizabeth. Now, for the very first time in his life, Lennox felt himself to be a whole person. In short, he fell in love.

Then again, of course, there were plenty of naughty girls in Lennox's establishment who merited the most rigorous discipline that he could mete out, particularly crop-haired Annette Lewis with her big blue eyes, Susan Jones whose long straight hair was the colour of ripe corn, sultry, raven-haired Pamela Rawlinson who never seemed to be out of trouble, and and luscious blonde Lucy Palmer whom Lennox once had to cane in front of the whole school for pilfering cigarettes from the village stores.

Lucy's come-uppance occurred one Friday morning during prayers. While the assembled girls sang the hymn "All Things Bright and Beautiful" accompanied on the piano by Miss Davies, a formidable Welsh schoolmistress who shared Lennox's views on strict discipline and who, together with young Mr.Gosling the local curate, comprised the entire teaching staff, Lucy Palmer, a pert little mischief-maker with her blonde hair in pigtails and her pale blue eyes radiating their deceptively angelic innocence, was led into the room by a grim-faced Lennox and ordered to prepare herself for punishment.

Lucy knew full well what that meant. All canings at Lymchurch were administered to the bare buttocks. In full view of everyone, she was expected to lower her skirt and knickers and present her bare bottom to be thrashed.

What courage Lucy had mustered for the ordeal rapidly deserted her. Tears began to roll down her pretty cheeks as she loosened the buttons of her skirt.

As the girls reached the final verse of the hymn, the wretchedly whimpering Lucy slipped her knickers down to her ankles and clumsily stepped out of them, trying vainly to shield her blonde pubic bush from general view.

"Turn around and present your bottom to your schoolmates, Lucy," Lennox, red with excitement, directed the weeping girl in the sternest, most pitiless voice he possessed.

Young Lucy Palmer looked every inch the fallen angel as, legs visibly quaking, she slowly inched herself round until her chubby little bottom came into full view of the hushed ranks of girls.

"Touch your toes, you little thief, I am going to give you twelve of the very best!" Lennox growled, grateful that the ample folds of his gown concealed the enormous erection he was now sporting.

"Oh sir, p-please have mercy on me!" the pretty culprit blubbered babyishly.

Seventeen-year-old Lucy Palmer's 'glamour girl' figure, her large firm breasts, narrow waist, and dramatically flaring hips was the envy of the school. Now every girl was agog to see her publicly stripped and flogged. Many was the girl that day who secretly exulted in poor Lucy's shameful fate.

The effort of reaching down and touching her toes made her gasp audibly. With her legs planted quite widely apart, as directed by Lennox, everyone present was treated to a clear view of Lucy's well-developed private parts.

Outside, the craggy leather-jerkined figure of Mr.Tomms laid down the garden hoe he was using to weed the stone-flagged paths and peered in furtively through the leaded windows. He gave a wheezy grunt of pleasure to see the caning of Lucy Palmer in progress. Saucy young trollop! He'd lost count of the number of times she'd flaunted herself at him - and he a respectably married man, too!

Many was the time she'd hitched up her skirt and brazenly flashed her teenage thighs at him. Now he too was gloatingly witnessing her moment of abject shame. Now, while the cane whipped down bitingly across her reddening bottom cheeks, he was getting considerably more of an eyeful of Lucy's intimate charms than she'd ever deigned to show him!

A huge grin of delight animated his habitually sullen features. Unbuttoning his trouser-flies he began to fondle his swollen member.

As the caning neared its end, Lucy Palmer's fat little bottom was no longer pale ivory. Blazing red, criss crossed with thick, plum-coloured weals, it wriggled and gyrated with a life of its own as it desperately tried to dodge the cruel swishy rod of retribution.

"There's one little baggage who won't be sitting down comfortably for a week!" Tomms laughed coarsely. Through the leaded windows he heard the explosive impact of cane on bottom, heard the shrill soprano screams of Lucy as the cane bit into her soft bottom-flesh, heard the gasps and murmurs of disbelief from the assembled girls. It was all music to his lecherous ears.

On the verge of bringing himself off he thought better of it and ambled off in search of Florence.
What a busy man our hero is! Next week we finally reach the end of the story. Will Elizabeth return?
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, February 5, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 4

Everyday Spankings blogger Enzo asked for suggestions from you about online dating as it relates to spanking.

Amy: Hello there and you should so be talking to my cousin, Sara. I did the single thing for quite a time between my ex and Eric. I was on Match and a few others; all very vanilla but at that time, I didn't realize how non-vanilla I could be. Anyway, long story short, Sara has shown me some of the sites she's on and though she's never said anything about "spanking" she does have her fetishes. That said, she's on Tinder and loves it. Was created as a hook up site but people are very open on it as to what they are and are not looking for. I've seen many many many men advertising a dom and even a few sub positions on that site. Unlike Match, both parties swipe right if they are interested and you are only put in contact with each other if you both said yes. On Match, it's like asking for a date. Anyway, Sara has had quite a few good dates off of Tinder and she is a bit out there. People tend to be more straight forward on that site. She also likes Bumble. Same concept (both people must swipe) but if there is a match, only the girl can start a conversation. If you want to talk about spanking and you are on bumble, you can be pretty sure if you and a girl match AND she reaches out, you're on the same page. Again, as far as I know, Sara isn't into the spanking scene so I don't know about any other sites. Can only share what I've seen as she and I scroll around looking for someone she'd like.

Roz: This is a great question. I'm afraid I have no experience with online dating though so can't offer any advice.

Ronnie: Sorry can't help as I don't have any personal experience of online dating. One of our nephews met his wife through a dating site.

Anon 1: A best friend, she tried online dating, never again, it was a well- advertised site. The creep was just that, lucky they met in a very public space, she needed some help.

Hermione: I haven't had the questionable pleasure of experiencing online dating, so I can't give you any first-hand information. I'm not sure how soon you should declare your OTK interests, but as with all online relationships, be cautious. Amy has given you some good advice and a couple of ways to get started. Good luck!

Anon 2: Met current spankee via a spanking website. Most responses were cringe worthy but a few were sane. We have been together, in various stages, over 2 years now. Both of us emailed and talked quite a bit before meeting. We do care deeply about each other, in every way.

We are a few hours apart, so we physically get together several times per year.

Just be careful. Funny thing is, I did not want my trusting spankee so easily trusting at the start (when I did not know if she would seek others, too), and one of my self imposed rules is actually old fashioned, to show I am trust worthy. I required her first spanking be normally clothed, just otk on jeans. I told her I would freely let her up after, which I did. I wanted to reinforce that until she knew she could trust me, she would maintain the ability to abort the first meeting. She saw I was sincere, and 2 hours later, her bare bottom was doing a spanky dance over my knee. Been there dozens of times since.

Just take it slow. Meet in a public spot first. (We met at a restaurant btw, and I rented a B2b home a mile away).

Talk tons first. We covered everything that would occur regarding spanking before we met. While I am an extremely hard spanker, she also knows I have self imposed limits. No wandering hands, no using implements I think of as more S&M than spanking (such as the cane), no hitting anywhere except for the padded location w/o bones to break my spankee needs attention paid to. (Well I do spank the sit spot thoroughly, too).

Careful, careful, careful.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #213

Welcome to what I hope will be a very lively brunch. This week's topic was submitted by fellow blogger Enzo.

Finding myself single again, which I haven't been for a long time; I am reluctantly contemplating the dating scene. Yet, I have so many questions about online dating which seems the norm these days...Before I venture down the online dating course I was curious if any readers have had any experience, positive or negative, with online dating.

More specifically, since my tastes are not what most would consider mainstream, I was particularly interested if anyone has tried specific spanking sites, or mentioned their spanking preferences on "vanilla" dating sites?

I hope we can all help him out in whatever way we can. Please leave your response in the comments section below. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our conversation.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, February 3, 2018

You Completed the Caption

Baxter: My maid is away today so she cannot help me out of this get up. I was so looking forward to my weekly spanking from her and the delicious love making. Alas, alack. Oh I hope she hurries home soon as my bottom needs attention and only she knows how to do it. sigh!

Rosco: In a gentler time, a lady’s voluminous petticoats provided ample cushion after any spankings so it was difficult for a visitor to tell if her bottom was hot and bothered by any discipline that may have been warranted. A keen observer might know, however, after looking her directly in the eye.

Ronnie: I hate this new fashion of having bustles at the back of the dress. They are most inconvenient, especially when Henry wants to spank me.

Leigh: "He'll never be able to spank me with this bustle."

Anon 1: Thank goodness for this bustle. The cushioning is certainly going to make a lot easier to sit on those hard chairs with such a sore bottom.

Well, he's certainly going to have to work long and hard to get past all this clothing if he intends to spank my bare bottom. Of course, the longer and harder he has to work to find my bottom, the longer and harder he's liable to spank me once he does. No wouldn't that be delicious?

I hope that when he removes my bustle and finds the paddle I've stashed in it that he'll finally get the hint and give me the proper walloping I deserve!

Anon 2: Does this dress make my butt look big?

Lady X: If the ladies at tea ever lifted my bustle they would see my bare, very bruised and caned bottom.

KDPierre: It was not the concept behind toilet paper that eluded Mildred but rather the logistics of using it while dressed like a giant wedding cake.

Fred: I volunteer to crawl underneath to see if any underthings need rearranging or if any body parts need kissing or licking.

Anon 3: I do hope he's not disappointed when he finds out I'm not wearing a bustle, and that underneath this dress I'm just a Phat Ass White Girl who's longing for a gentleman to take a large paddle to her big, beautiful bare bottom and give it the attention it desperately needs.

Sir Wendel: The young lady prepares several layers of ultra soft Charmin to cushion her well caned bottom.

Hermione: Thank goodness this dress will hide how swollen my bottom is after all those spankings today. Now I must smile and pretend it isn't throbbing--my bottom, not my dress.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, February 2, 2018

Friday FAIL

Signs, signs, everywhere a sign - remember that song by Tesla? If you don't, or just want to hear it again while enjoying this post, click here.

Happy Friday!
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Complete the Caption

I love these old images. I can't imagine having to dress like this. You can see why ladies had maids to help them into and out of their clothing. What impediments these dresses must have been to...well, all sorts of activities.

Leave a caption for this picture as a comment and I will publish your contributions on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart