Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Guest Post - Implements IV

Fellow blogger NoraJean shares her favourite implements with us today.


"Here is our old favourite ... the crop




"and new favourite ... an nicely worn, old belt of Frank’s."

Thank you, NoraJean. I used to have a crop exactly like that one, although it was never used for spanking. The belt looks yummy!

If you would like to send me a photo of your favourite implement(s) I would love to post it here. Send it to me at martingale2 @ yahoo . ca (without the spaces). 

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

From the Top Shelf - Uncle Henry, part 3

Last week, our heroine Libby recalled an incident that happened at school and was her introduction to erotic spanking. Now she is curious about Uncle Hernry's relationship with Amanda.
Libby’s thoughts returned to the present.

What had earned Amanda her punishment? The nightclub incident and the report from the school. She had been part of that too. If she confessed that to Uncle Henry, what then? Her curiosity got the better of her.

Her heart was in her throat as she approached the library. Uncle Henry was in there, seated at the desk. Amanda had gone to the village to do some shopping. Libby had begged off, complaining of a headache. The staff was largely home for the weekend.

“Uncle Henry, can we talk?” said Libby.

“Ah, Libby, I’ve been meaning to talk to you as well,” he said.

“You have?” What would he want with me?

He regarded her for a moment, one eyebrow cocked up and a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Libby.”

Libby felt a shock go through her. What had he said?

“You have. I know that you spied on Amanda and I the night you both arrived. I had to chastise Amanda, and you snuck down and watched.”

Libby gasped. How could he know? “I…I didn’t. It, it was an accident,” she said trying to cover up her culpability.

“You saw it all. I saw you. You peered through a crack in the door.”

Libby tugged at her skirt. All of a sudden it felt too short. She looked around as if someone would arrive and save her from further embarrassment.

“You’re not going to deny it, are you?”

Libby looked at the floor and blushed.

“Libby, look at me. Up here.” Uncle Henry pointed to his eyes. He got up and stood in front of the desk. “It’s not polite to spy, is it?”

“No, no…I’m sorry. I just…” She did not have words.

“But you came to see me,” he said, changing the subject. “What about?”

What should she do now? All of a sudden her plan to satisfy her curiosity seemed to have exploded in her face.

“I was…just so you know, I was part of that disturbance too. It wasn’t all Amanda’s fault. We met some boys and got back late, after curfew. I was all for it.”

Henry folded his arms. “Well it’s a little late for that, isn’t it? I’ve already punished Amanda.”

“I just thought you should know,” said Libby, now very unsure about any of this.

“You know what I think?” said Henry, leaning back in his chair. “I think you feel responsible and now it seems unfair Amanda was punished and you got off scot free. Isn’t that it?”

Libby fidgeted. “I don’t know. I suppose, yes.”

“Will your parents be displeased? Will they punish you?”

“No,” said Libby. “Mother will scold me, but it will end there.”

“I see,” said Henry. He rose, strode over to the wall, grabbed an armless chair and dragged it in front of the desk.

Libby watched, curious as to what he was about. But she sensed something was building.

“Do you know what I think, Libby? I think you feel guilty. I also think you will feel much better if you share, to some degree, in Amanda’s punishment.” Henry sat in the chair. “When was the last time someone took you across their knee and gave you a good spanking?”

Libby gasped. Her hands fluttered at her side then moved in a wholly unconscious reflex to shield her bottom.

“Because I think that is exactly what you need, if for no other reason than the spying.”

“A…a spanking?” said Libby. Her voice quavered. Her knees shook and an icy finger ran up her spine.

“That’s right, Libby. A good sound spanking right on your behind. I think you deserve it. Now come here.”

Libby inched forward obediently. It was his eyes. They bored into hers. She felt like she was no longer in control of her own actions. Instead she was a puppet pulled on strings by a will stronger than her own. Henry reached out and caught her by the wrist. He pulled her forward and Libby felt herself falling, face down across Henry’s knees. He gripped her around her middle and adjusted her so that her bottom was the highest point of her body. It was a vulnerable feeling, an embarrassing feeling, and she blushed. Her skirt was raised and she protested. “Please, you mustn’t -- it’s indecent!” But secretly, she was thrilled. Uncle Henry would see her bottom, which she knew was curvy and cute, just like the rest of her.

“Bah! You won’t feel a thing through that skirt. As you saw, Amanda got it bare, so count yourself fortunate.”

A jolt like an electric shock ran through her as she felt Henry’s broad palm resting on her buttocks. He alternately rubbed and patted, testing the resilience of her wobbly cheeks. She squirmed, hot shame competing with arousal.

“I’m going to spank you soundly, Libby, and I hope it will improve your behavior. This is for your own good.”

“Oh…oh,” she said, not quite believing she was really in such a humiliating position. She, a young woman of nineteen over a man’s lap with her bottom exposed, clad only in thin silk drawers, and on lewd display. It was both humiliating and delicious. Libby felt her sex lubricating.

Splat! Smack! Crack! The first few smacks of Henry’s palm were like a dousing with cold water. The sensation was electrifying. A sharp tingle, then a warming that with repeated smacks grew to a burning, like backing into fire. It was much more intense than the game in the dorm. The spanking continued, relentless staccato flurries of smacks that were at times delivered lightly at a rapid fire tempo, and at times slower with more force behind each one. Libby’s body reacted to each spank with a flinch, throwing her feet up behind her, fluttering her legs.

“Ow! Ooh!” she squeaked.

“Yes, my girl, I think a good bottom warming is exactly what you need,” intoned Henry as his palm smacked her bare behind sharply in a steady deliberate tempo that was almost leisurely.

Now it was beginning to sting more and she understood why spanking was such an effective punishment. The discomfort escalated, making her brain scream for it to stop or at least abate. It was a steadily climbing, searing heat that overwhelmed all her other senses.

Smack! Whap! Crack! Both the sound and the feel of Henry’s striking palm assaulted her senses. She felt like a little girl, powerless in the grip of a strong willed male. She squeezed her eyes shut and thought, waahhh! My stinging behind!

“If you’ve never had your fanny spanked properly, Libby, I’m making up for lost time,” said Henry calmly as he delivered another volley of spanks. “I think this is something every young woman needs from time to time.” Even as he spoke the spanking continued – left cheek, right cheek, squarely across her sinuous divide.

“Yow! Ow!” yelped Libby as brisk spanks from Henry’s palm peppered her bottom.
Heat. Heat. Steadily climbing heat. Her behind was being scorched by Henry’s sturdy palm. She wriggled. She squirmed, humping, bobbing, her breath coming in gasps. There was one final barrage of smacks that nearly had her coming out of her skin. Then he stopped, resting his hand on her bottom, rubbing in circles. That actually felt good. The sensation began to shift to arousal again and she felt her sex becoming slippery. She felt an urge to rub her pelvis on his knee. Would he notice?
Abruptly Henry stopped and put her back on her feet.

“Now, that, my girl, should be a salutary lesson. I’d say you and Amanda are even. Do you feel better now?” There was a bit of mirth in Henry’s eyes.

Libby rubbed her bottom shamelessly, then remembered to pull her skirt down.

“I…I…yes, sir,” she said, imitating her friend’s response.

“Good,” said Henry. “I have some business to attend to and you should compose yourself.” He took her arm and escorted her out of the library.

Upstairs Libby lifted her skirt and inspected her bottom in the mirror. Her bottom cheeks were red, like ripe tomatoes and the heat throbbed. It was not unpleasant though, and at that moment she realized she would have gladly offered herself to Uncle Henry to have his way with her … any way he wanted.
Libby certainly is a spanko! Will Henry eventually have his way with her? Or will that prize be bestowed upon someone else? Stay tuned.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, August 13, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 12

How does a harder than usual 'clear the cobwebs' spanking work for you?

Sir Wendel: The Misses has never asked for a spanking just for that reason. She will get upset watching the news occasionally and start to rant about how society has gone to hell. If the rants go on too long then I will spank her bare bottom with the belt to quiet her down. After the spanking we hug tightly until her tears go away.

Fondles: Oh me me me. I have been known to ask BIKSS for a proper ouchy spanking (like A.J. we only spank for good times) and he always gives me what i need - enough to get my mind off the stress and stop me fretting. Its often the case that even without having to come right out and say it, he’ll know from our text exchange during the day or conversations when a more intense session is called for.

Yorkie: I am the spankee in our relationship and I call the shots. My wife is like a human spanking machine in that she goes at it very dispassionately and I hope, one day, that she will have some enjoyment from it. She hates it but acknowledges my desire with grace and respect but all the emotion and sexual energy derived from being spanked is all mine and it is indeed a very rare day when a spanking is less than an intense experience for me.

If I could not guarantee that intensity then, at first, we would most likely try to keep up the activity but if it yielded little to no reward then I suppose we would stop the spankings. As my wife once said about not having any sexual gratification from being spanked, "where's the fun in that". Even she can see it. God bless her cotton socks.

Roz: I can't say we have specifically spanked for this reason. However there have been a couple of occasions when stress has been high that a maintenance spanking has had a little more behind it and the spanking has had more emotion behind it.

BIKSS: As the spanker (Fondles’ Daddy) in the relationship and one who had to, in essence, be eased into the role, I often wondered if the spankings I gave were “too soft” or “too hard”. I have to admit I took a bit of time to be at ease with giving a spanking of increased intensity.

I used to wait for a request for a “clear the cobwebs” spanking but I think I’ve learned to read the signs and as Fondles said, the text exchanges during the day usually gives me an indication of the kind of spanking needed when we meet. It is something where I have had to step up, take note of the signals and do what must be done. I’m just glad it helps my lidl release some of the stress.

That said, these days I have been questioned as to whether I relish the high intensity spankings a little too much at times.

Anon: My wife will let me rant and rave for so long, she is the type that lets it out at once and does not hold it, I on the other hand [do not let it go]. She has a certain look and I no matter where we are at know full well I earned her special spanking. The worse was my attitude at a class reunion, out of town, certain individuals got on my nerve, especially a female who could not stop talking about herself. Well three days of this and I found myself over her lap, hotel room, that damn hairbrush, my bottom was very red, sore, and that evening at dinner, thankful it was not a group dinner, I was having trouble sitting, squirming, and of all people, she came stopped by, nice conversation. Later in the room I asked my wife how she could be so nice, she smiled, like most men you were not listening, she mentioned you squirming and I just said you should be squirming also.

Bonnie: Yes, absolutely. We call these stress relief spankings and I need them from time to time. I ask only rarely. More often, a planned spanking will morph into something more. Over the years, Randy and I have developed an ability to read one another and adapt. If the spanking he is delivering does not yield the desired results, he doesn't hesitate to step up the intensity. I love this emotional rejuvenation. I crave those stinging swats and the positive feelings they generate. Even when I am screeching, I know that hard spankings are exactly what I want.

Rosco: I would say that spanking, and sexual activity more generally, are the ultimate form of relaxation - how to escape from daily stress and anxiety.

There are times when I crave a particularly long or hard spanking. I mostly taunt Irene a bit as she’ll usually whip or paddle my bottom until I’m pleading with her, promising to obedient and follow all her rules. So it’s not too tough to get as intense a spanking as I might want. (It always feels great at the time, but the tenderness over the next several days is less fun.

Very often, I’m tied up spanked, then left to ponder my behavior. Sometimes I’ll fall asleep - which speaks to the relaxing aspect of submission. I rarely can nap otherwise.

Finally I’d say reverse cowgirl cunnilingus, which usually follows a spanking in our home, is the ultimate distraction. I’m looking at Irene’s plump bottom and inch or two away, tasting and smelling her pretty pussy as she gets increasingly aroused and intermittently ravishes me with her fingernails.

It’s hard to worry about anything during these intense and blissful distractions.

Hermione: Most of my spankings clear the cobwebs for a while. But I'm afraid that A.J.'s suggestion of a much harder than usual spanking wouldn't have much effect. I would say that most of the ones I get are hard, and after a while my bottom becomes numb. Swats that were unbearable a few minutes earlier are suddenly like a nice massage. So prolonging or increasing the effort wouldn't make much difference. The only thing I can think of that would is the dressage whip. That's mighty fearsome, and I never get used to it.

Thank you all for joining in, and special thanks to A.J. for suggesting the topic. If you have a topic you would like to discuss at brunch, please let me know.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #240

It's good to see so many of you here today, because we have an interesting discussion topic that was sent to me by A.J. He calls it a 'clear the cobwebs' spanking and here is how he describes it:

"Has the world/life ever gotten to you to the point where you or your partner would ask to be spanked as a way to take the mind far away from whatever stresses are bothering or overwhelming you, with the spanking itself and its aftermath replacing those feelings?

"This implies a harder session that you might normally do because it has to be intense enough so that what's going on "back there" overwhelms whatever thoughts/concerns are in the brain...As someone who only does spanking just for the fun of it and not punishment, I find this very difficult to do.  And what if your partner asks for it and you are unwilling to go to that level?"


What are your thoughts on a clear the cobwebs spanking? As a spanker, would you be able to deliver the kind of spanking necessary to provide a total distraction? As as spankee, how would you feel if you could not be assured of the necessary level of intensity?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish a summary of our discussion when the weekend is over.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 9, 2018

An August Meme

This must be the season for memes. Here is another one from Terpsichore. I believe I did this one a number of years ago, but it's fun to see if things change over time.

Who's oldest?
Ron

Who was interested first?
I was. He didn't like me at first, because I was hired for the wrong reason, he thought. But time passed and he realized how special(!) I am.

Same High school?
No.

Most sensitive?
Me.

Worse temper?
Him, definitely. I keep my anger under control, but he doesn't.

More social?
Neither of us. We are both introverts who prefer our own company.

More stubborn?
Him.

Wakes up first?
We both wake up when the dogs do, but I get up with them and he goes back to sleep.

Bigger Family?
He does.

Flowers?
I love them.

Who cooks the most?
I do.

Cries more?
I do, but very rarely.

Said I love you first?
He did.

Better singer?
Me by default because I have never heard him sing, even though he was once a boy chorister. 

Better driver?
We are both competent and safe drivers, but he thinks all women are bad drivers, so I let him drive.

Hogs the remote?
I do because he doesn't know how to work the PVR or BluRay.

Better cook?
I usually do the cooking but he is also a good cook.

Clothes And Shoe Hoarder?
Neither. We both declutter regularly. One in, one out is the rule.


No, not much has changed since last time.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Guest Post - Implements III

Long-time blogger and friend Fred sent me this photo of his spanking arsenal.



"There is a story behind the black crop. A few years back my partner moved to a new apartment. It was a bit run down and needed cleaning, decorating and a few repairs. We were working on the bedroom wardrobe (closet), and we found the crop at the back, it was hidden by the carpet. The previous occupant did not look the horsey type so draw your own conclusions.

"The wooden spoon is from the kitchen; it's ready to hand for those impromptu moments. The belt was bought in a charity store, I don't think we have ever used it.The loopy cane is the most unpleasant. We love the red flogger."

I have to agree about the loopy one!

If you would like to send me a photo of your favourite implement(s) I would love to post it here. Send it to me at martingale2 @ yahoo . ca (without the spaces).
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, August 6, 2018

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for August 5

Have you ever experienced an orgasm while asleep and dreaming of spanking?

Anon 1: I dream about spanking only when I’m awake. Putting it in my mind relaxes me and puts me to sleep - keeping otherwise omnipresent thoughts about work at bay.

These daydreams are often inspired by an episode in my past - something that might have led to spanking had I played it differently.

Curiously I have been spanked thousands of times, and only done the spanking three times - two of those led nowhere, but One led very quickly to my first encounter with third base (at her behest). That was now very long ago but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Tony: It happened only once to me and embarrassed to say it was being spanked by a teacher in high school. Went to boarding school run by Jesuits. Punishment was bare assed spanking with a belt. I am not sure why but well as the spank went on I started to think of a girl I had kissed the nite before at a dance. It was kissing her that earned me the spanking. As he spanked me I got hard and after he finished he tapped my bare ass to signal it was over and at that touch I came. I shot on his pants leg.
Both funny and sad. Not sure in looking back who was more freaked. Me or the priest.

Roz: Interesting question Hermione. My answer is rather boring I'm afraid. No, It's never happened to me.

Anon 2: Have, rare, first time I awoke scared, too real. Next time controlled myself, it was a neighbor lady, Motherly, I was standing while she bare my bottom, the spanking was very real and when I woke up I had cum, my hand was stroking my penis.

Yorkie: I haven't had a dream about spanking for ages and even when I did I never had an orgasm. In fact, I've never had an orgasm from any dream that I've had. :(

Anon 3: My desire is so strong, single male, that if it was not for this blog, magazines, I would do something stupid. I date but my desire to be spanked I just could not approach that subject. I enjoy laying in the tub and dreaming, the mess is easy to clean up. I have had such a strong dream that when I awake I at first think it is real, only to find I had cum in the bed. Mostly older women, sometimes with others watching, worse is dreaming of thinking during the day time. It will happen, I know it will. Will I be able to take it, never know until it happens, but my strong desire is being me, for how long I also do not know.

Liza: I sure have. I've also had orgasms in bookstores reading excerpts from spanking books.

Amy: Wow. No even close! It's such a turn on but I can't orgasm without actually being touched. Amazing, those of you who can.

Hermione: I most certainly have reached orgasm while asleep and dreaming, on several occasions. It always wakes me up with a start! I really can't remember if the dream had anything to do with spanking, but since that is what turns me on, I have to suspect that spanking was involved.

That was a fun question! If you have any suggestions for topics, please send them along to me.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #239


It's August, so let's start our series of discussions for this month with a question submitted by an anonymous reader who regularly joins us for brunch.

Does anyone dream so vividly about spankings that they reach orgasm from the dream of a spanking while still sleeping?

As usual, leave your response as a comment below. I will publish a summary of your thoughts once everyone has had the opportunity to weigh in.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Guest Post - Implements II

Our friend Fondles sent me these before and after pictures of a vanilla object transformed into a serious spanking implement. She writes: "Here's a Christmas paddle that BIKSS did up for me our first Christmas in 2012- it's just a common rice-stirrer from Thailand I think, but he brought it home from his work trip and sanded it down, varnished it and wrapped some leather bands around the handle for a better grip :)


"It's our go-to for when a more "intense" session is required."

If you would like to send me a photo of your favourite implement(s) I would love to post it here. Send it to me at martingale2 @ yahoo . ca (without the spaces).
From Hermione's Heart