Monday, March 25, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 24

Do you take photos of the results of spankings?

Amy: Eric and I have taken pictures after I've been spanked. He travels a ton so it's nice having an arsenal of photos I can send to remind us both of times we've shared. We have posted a picture or two on our blog but then they come down after a bit. The pics are really more for us. Memories.

NoraJean: I hate having my picture taken at the best of time so not a favourite thing to do. ... however, having said that, we have taken pictures for fun (in the old days it was polaroids ... lol!) but they all get deleted (burned ;)) as soon as the fun is over.

Red: I have Cindy take photos occasionally, so I can post on my blog.
Many reasons why:
To show that the spanking was real
To show that any body shape is fine to be spanked,
I always try to encourage others to post a picture (hint to Hermione)
I see nothing wrong with nudity. The only thing wrong is any type of body shaming by anyone!
We ensure no recognizable face is visible, nor any household furnishings, but if anyone I know follows this blog, they would recognize me from the back, and the household furnishings, besides the frequencies of travel dates.
I encourage every spanked person to post a photo of their spanked bare bottom

QBuzz: We often take pictures before during and after spanking, they're great to look at together afterwards and when we're apart. We haven't shared them with anyone and I doubt we will.

Fred Bloggs: I most certainly do take pictures of the marks. In fact I just finished an experiment with a photograph of my bum every day until the marks were no longer visible after 50 cane strokes. It took 30 days to heal. (I think I heal slower as I get older.) I have a huge library of pictures of spanked bums, both my own and play friends. I don't have anywhere to share them, but they are just for me and my friends so I would not want to share them.

Roz: We don't take pictures as a general rule, however Rick has taken post spanking pics on the odd occasion to show me what state my bottom is in lol, easier than looking in the mirror. They are usually quickly deleted.

Fondles: OH we have definitely taken photos after a spanking. Some have been shared on the blog, and others just for our own album :)

Yorkie: My wife is a bit dubious of red bottom photos so I doubt very much if she would take any of mine. If I ask and say it would remind me of her (which would be the truth) she might do it.

Anon: I showed my wife this question, her response was no way...seeing the real thing is best of all.

Sir Wendel: Once in a while we will take before and after photos to admire the “handy” work. We do keep them and sometimes compare the “end” results.

Barrel: We did once after what had been planned to be an epic punishment session. I asked her to take a few pics while I was still restrained on the bench at the bottom of our bed so we could long admire the results of a long strapping and caning. I expected the pics would record the thick welts from the strap and white edges of each cane stroke. Regrettably, neither were produced as she backed off because of my struggles and moaning. So we continue to practice our kink. We would share a pic or three but only to trusted fellow spanko’s with assured anonymity.

Ronnie: P's taken quite a lot of photos of my bottom after a spanking. Some I've shared on my blog.

Bonnie: That's a big yes for me. Randy has chronicled and curated forty years of spankings (and associated activities). We started with Polaroid photos and moved on to digital photos, audio tape recordings, digital audio recordings, digital videos, and written accounts. The narratives are written by me. About 100 of these are posted on my blog. The photos and videos are just for us. I have shared a few transcribed audio recordings when I think readers might enjoy the banter.

Why, you ask? We *love* our spankings and capturing them allows us to recall and occasionally relive these good times. Otherwise, the memories would tend to run together with the passage of time. A couple of weeks ago, we recreated a cheerleader paddling I received back in the nineties. It was delicious.

Hermione: We haven't done this, and I wouldn't be very comfortable seeing pictures of my red bottom. But if Ron wanted to start snapping, I would go along with his wishes.

Have a great week, everyone!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #271

Welcome, dear readers, to our last weekend brunch for the month of March. Morningstar's recent post on how she celebrated the first day of Spring inspired this week's topic.

Do you or your partner ever take pictures of the spankee's bottom, either during or after a spanking? Why or why not? If you do, what is the purpose of these photos? Are they ever shared with others? Do you review them frequently? If you don't take pictures, would you ever consider it?

Please leave your response as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to respond.
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

From the Top Shelf - For the Girl who has Everything

This is a something of a departure in that it's not a story but a nice bit of serious but lightly-delivered advice from Julie Holmes in Februs magazine, for men who want to introduce their ladies to corporal punishment but aren't sure how. Most of the specific references are British, and you will soon realize that this was written long before the internet - that one stop shop for all things kinky - came to be, but the principles apply everywhere.

This article is addressed directly to men. Yes I know Februs has a large female following but the fact remains that it's men who generally buy the magazine. (This is probably due to the difficulty we women have in reaching anything on the top shelf of a newsagent's shop, and of course there is also the embarrassment factor - the kind that used to afflict men buying condoms from snickering female pharmacy assistants before 'Johnnies' became politically correct).

Time and again I meet men who are keen fans of various disciplinary activities but are nervous of broaching the subject with their partners. Others are already 'active' but want to know where to obtain the implements, clothes or accessories commonly featured in spanking magazines and videos. To the more experienced or sophisticated devotee, some of the questions I get asked may seem ludicrously innocent and naive; on the other hand, some common practices can seem quite bizarre to the new enthusiast. We should remember that we all have to begin somewhere, but, once started, we are limited only by our imagination, tastes and considerations of safety!

If you know where to look, the opportunities to obtain the artifacts you want are legion. And whether you are trying to seduce a partner into her first CP experience or wanting to extend your existing repertoire, Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries provide ideal opportunities fro giving that slightly unusual present or introducing a new activity.

Unfortunately men often make the mistake of thinking if they buy the toys, their partners will automatically want to join in the game. WRONG! Apart from the January sales, the reason stores are jam-packed after Christmas is because droves of women are returning ill thought out and unappreciated tokens of esteem from their men folk.

Handy hint: SLOW DOWN!

Whether your desire is to see her in frothy lace-and-silk lingerie or tight-laced leather bondage gear, if it isn't what she happily buys for herself she will need time to get used to the idea. Just think of all the jumpers and pullovers women have given you that have been completely at odds with your usual tastes. Remember their looks of love and anticipation as you unwrapped the gift they had agonised over for weeks, and how you struggled to make a tactful response.


Then remember how you have usually come to like the item once were given time to appreciate it and become acclimatised to the change of fashion. Now imagine her feelings when you present her with goodies that are not just unusual but which seem to challenge her basic sexuality.

You may be feeling romantic, dominating and randy as she opens her package under the tree - but she might simply feel threatened.

It's your timing - not your taste - which is at fault. If you want her to experiment, you are going to have to prepare the way in advance. If you are thinking of getting traditional sexy undies, go shopping with her and casually show her the kind of things you like in a respectable department store. That's important. Don't make any attempt to buy them. Just take the opportunity to gauge her reaction. If she's totally repelled, don't waste your time going any further, but if she is willing to touch and talk you know Santa Claus can bring them safely down the chimney this year.

For something more esoteric in either the clothing or 'novelty' line send off for some mail-order catalogues to whet her appetite. The back pages of several Sunday newspapers - yeah you know the ones - carry suitable advertisements for first-time buyers. If it makes things easier, tell her you found the brochures on the bus or got them from someone at work.

Talking - even laughing - about the pictures and descriptions is a lot less menacing for many women than suddenly being confronted by a pair of crotchless rubber knickers and a sorority paddle wrapped in Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer wrapping paper. Once you feel she is comfortable with the idea you can send off for the real thing.

In either case it is important to play down the importance of all this to you. Don't put her under pressure. Make it a 'funny' supplement to her proper present of perfume, fluffy slippers or whatever she usually wants. Better still, save it for later and give it to her when the main celebrations are out of the way and you're settling down with cocoa, sandwiches and a television movie. You can create a more appropriate setting another time!


Another handy hint. If you buy clothing, do make sure it is the right size. This may seem obvious but many men are hopeless when it comes to their partner's real measurements. A generous bust can be the result of a narrow back rather than overall girth -understand bra sizing. Slim does not necessarily mean small. Badly fitting underwear of any sort is simply uncomfortable and clothes that men might fondly believe to be sexy and figure-hugging are simply embarrassing to your partner if they are too tight - and downright unflattering if they are too large. So do your research thoroughly.

Christmas and New Year celebrations provide great opportunities for initiating spanking games if you have not managed to introduce them into your lives before. At a time when it is natural to be somewhat merry and people are devoting themselves to fun and frivolity, a few physical forfeits can be slipped into the proceedings almost unnoticed. Like ludo, bridge and golf what starts off as a party game can soon become a pleasurable addiction. For the more adventurous, a trip to a club such as Whiplash or The Torture Garden (both in London) may provide new ideas and introduce you to people with similar tastes. Finding venues outside London can be difficult, but joining the mailing list of one organisation usually leads to publicity for others arriving through your mail box. You will need to adhere to the prescribed dress codes, so don't bother going if one or the other of you has nothing suitable to wear - and the club foyer would probably not be the best place to give a lady her first experience of a latex catsuit!

Experienced couples may find buying good quality products to suit their tastes a problem. The classified ads may help, but if you have specific needs you may want to find a supplier with whom you can build up a personal relationship. It is a common fallacy that if you want to buy erotic/fetishist goods and publications over the counter you need to go to London. While there are a number of well-established easy-to-find shops in the capital (Janus, Libido, Skin Two, Zeitgeist..and so on) there are several outlets in the provinces whose lower profiles may make the experience of shopping, especially for a first timer, much more relaxing. I am not talking here of conventional 'sex shops' , but rather those dedicated to specialised clientele or providing an ostensibly 'straight' service that happens to appeal to the fetishist.


Just recently I came across a shop in the back streets of Brighton that at first glance seemed to stock mainly leather watchstraps and bootlaces. It was only when I went inside and looked around more closely that I realised its major trade was in bondage harnesses. A picture-framer in Winchester offers prints of Victorian spanking scenes; a market stall in Manchester selling accessories for heavy metal fans has provided me with several interesting belts and chokers; a saddler in Newbury left me spoilt for choice when I wanted a new riding crop (and he clearly knew I had no intention of going anywhere near a horse!) In Stockport, goths and hippies buy their patchouli oil and tie-dyed skirts in the same shop that sells a tantalising range of PVC and leather garments.

The back streets of Britain are literally brimming with suppliers keen to satisfy our personal desires.

Should your tastes involve an element of nostalgia, be it for Victorian split-drawers or 1950's dirndl skirts, try bric-a-brac shops and flea markets. The owners are often seemingly oblivious to the fetish-value of much of their stock and will happily dispose of carpet-beaters, wooden rulers, leather satchels and other items for small change.

Yet another handy hint. Men, go window shopping on your own first until you have mapped out locations. Trailing around town in December in pouring rain looking for a kink shop you've heard of but can't find will not put your lady-friend in the right frame of mind for buying kinky collectibles!

For the shyer connoisseur there are quality mail order companies such as AE Services. Their discreet catalogue offers a comprehensive range of implements with pictures and full descriptions. Just bear in mind that if you are planning to buy that special lady something for a special occasion you need to order a catalogue well in advance - particularly if she is new to all this - so that you can read it, talk it through, get her in the right frame of mind and then place your order and have it delivered in time.

A final word of advice. Just remember it's the thought that counts. So think about how much pleasure she will get from having her horizons broadened rather than how totally she will act out your fantasies - and then you never know your luck!
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 18, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 17

Do you experience physical sensations prior to a spanking?

Roz: Happy St Patrick's day Hermione. This is a great question! If I was anticipating a 'real' spanking it would be on my mind an a distraction the day before and I would feel the usual symptoms of nerves and occasionally not sleep well.

Sir Wendel: Mostly get nervous. There isn’t much time between the announcement of a spanking and the actual spanking for anything else.

Yorkie: I get really awkward and nervous and then right before the spanking there is the inevitable erection that stays throughout the entire spanking and subsequent lovemaking.

Bonnie: When the word “spanking” is mentioned, I have a tendency to move my hands back toward my bottom. Often, I don’t even realize that I’m doing it.

Peter: It usually begins as I am heading out the door to go to work when Anna sweetly says " Peter don't make any plans for tomorrow evening" then kisses me goodbye. That is her way of saying "Plan on a spanking and some corner time!". Never with angry words.

I know what will lead me to be spanked so I seldom have to wonder what I am being punished for. I will spend all the hours until I am naked and waiting for her to begin my punishment. That strange feeling of arousal and dread have become the seed for most of my fantasies.

Ronnie: I'm the same as Bonnie. When P tells me I'm going to be spanked my hand always moves to my bottom.

Hermione: I sometimes feel a tingling in my bottom as I anticipate the real thing.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #270


Top of the morning to you all! Our question today comes from my good friend Barrel, so I'll let him explain it in his own words.

I have noticed that before one of our planned session, my hands and fingers are really cold.  Not just before we begin, but the entire day, leading up to the punishment.  I also don’t sleep well the night before, knowing what is coming.  I wonder if any of your guests at brunch have physical reactions leading up to a long and hard spanking.

Now let me ask you:

Do you have any physical changes before a spanking?

I am intrigued by this phenomenon, and am interested in reading your responses. Leave them in the comments section below, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 15, 2019

Friday FAIL

I need to pick up a few items at Walmart, so let's see who else is shopping today.




















 #selfie






It never gets any better, does it?
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Jenny

Here is the final instalment of Rollin Hand's "The Paddling Booth". I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that you will be getting three for the price of one.
JENNY

"Well, now," said the beefy gentleman in a cowboy hat, "This is what you two need." He regarded the sign with interest while addressing two attractive women, apparently his companions. Noticing Jenny he said, "Now ain't she just the cutest little filly?"

His companions, two decidedly younger women, a blonde in a halter top and denim cutoffs and a brunette in tight jeans and a tank top gawked at the sign.

"Paddling Booth?" said the blonde, turning to her companion. "You mean like a lickin'?"

"So Uncle Bob, why'd you bring us here?" said the brunette. The girls looked at Bob warily. Bob was nonchalant.

"I reckon we should make a donation, seein' how it's for charity and all. Besides you gals need a demonstration. I haven't forgotten the mess the house was in when I got back from Tucson--and you know what I mean," said Bob with a pointed look at the "gals". They looked at each other with a sickly "uh, oh" expression. "This gives me an idea of how to deal with you two."

Jenny cringed as the guy hauled out a wad of bills and started peeling them off. He reminded her of one of those caricatures of a big brash Texas tycoon. If those two girls were really nieces she'd eat his cowboy hat.

"Uhhh...this might be fun, Sue Ann," said the blonde, brightly, but it was false cheeriness. Sue Ann rolled her eyes like "oh, brother".

"Hmpf," said Sue Ann. "maybe. A sorority gal taking a paddlin'. I don't like Uncle Bob's interest in this," she whispered to her friend.

"Well, girls," said "uncle" Bob, "we're gonna see. I'm going to give this boy here $100."

"Whoa!" said Ron, "I, uh, don't know--that's," he quickly calculated, "that's 21 swats."

The big man put his hands up. "I know, I know, son. Listen, here's the deal..." and he lowered his voice. "It'll only be a round dozen, see, but here's the catch..."

Ron listened. There was always a catch.

"...I want her to take 'em on the baretail."

Ron's jaw dropped. "Now wait..." he started, hands raised.

"Now just hear me out, son. Now I know that under those britches she's got one of them thong things on...hell, you can see it. You get the C note if she shucks those pants and takes her licks bare butt." Motioning towards his nieces he continued, "Your booth here gave me an idea. These two need a right smart lickin' and I want to show'em what they're in for if they don't shape up."

Ron shook his head. "I can't ask Jenny here to..."

But Jenny had overheard and she stepped in. She squared her shoulders and spoke up. "I'll do it, mister." This was her chance to impress Ron--and show off her charms. "You donate the $100, I'll take the swats on my bare butt."

Ron was nonplussed. "You will? You're a plucky girl. Something like this could win us the championship for the team with the most money."

Jenny was beaming in the glow of Ron's admiration.

"Ok, you heard her. We'll do it."

The group trooped into the room. Jenny walked to the center of the room and, taking a deep breath, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Giving a few little wiggles, she tugged the shorts down baring the lovely white moons of her bottom. Her butt was high set and round, the jouncy globes pale except for a sprinkling of freckles. Deftly she stepped out of the shorts which left her clad only in a thong and her halter top. Ron's mouth dropped open--wow, what a great ass.

"I'm ready," declared Jenny, and she dutifully bent over, placed her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out for the attentions of the paddle.

Bob directly addressed his nieces. "Now, girls, pay attention, cause this is how you take a lickin' when you've been naughty."

The girls looked on with sullen expressions. The fair was no longer fun, it seemed.

Jenny gripped her knees tightly. Ron measured his distance and patted her behind with the paddle. "Ready?" he asked. Jenny nodded. Ron drew back his arm and brought the paddle down with a loud smack! Jenny flinched and muttered a silent "ouch".

Smack! Number two hit her cheeks low, causing them to ripple. "Yeow, that stung," she yelped.

"Well, honey, course it's going to sting," said Bob with a chuckle. "It's a paddlin'."

Whap! Three was like a brand of fire. Jenny's mouth flew open. She wiggled hoping to throw off the pain. It didn't work.

Crack! Number four made her raise partly up, but she recovered and held on.

Ron laid on crack after crack with the paddle. He aimed carefully so that the paddle would hit flat across both cheeks on the fleshiest lower part of her fanny. The swats were firm without being brutal, but even so, Ron knew that this bare bottom paddling had to sting like hell. Each swat made her bottom cheeks wobble then spring back into their rounded pert shape. He waited about 15-20 seconds between licks to give Jenny time to regain her composure. She would raise halfway up and shuffle her feet with a gasp of "Whew...Ahhh" before assuming the position, presenting her cute rump for another hard crack. Her ass had now turned a bright red. Each one made Jenny flinch. A couple of times she came up on her toes and her hands flew out.

Crack! "Yeow...ooh...ohh," yelped Jenny.

"That's ten," muttered Ron, whispering in her ear as he bent over. "Only two more. Be brave, Jenny."

Jenny nodded. Smack! Crack! the last two came fast.

"Whooo....eee...yow! That stung!

Wow!" said Jenny, rubbing vigorously and dancing from foot to foot.

"There you go, sir," said Ron, satisfied by a job well done.

"Very good son, very good," clapped Bob. "You two see that?" said Bob to his nieces. "I hope you paid attention."

"So what?" said Sue Ann. "You can't do that to us."

"Yeah," said the blonde. "We're too old for that."

Uncle Bob shot the girls a wicked grin and said to Ron, "We got a few more minutes here, I reckon. Hows about I borrow that spankin' paddle there?"

"Sure," said Ron, now clearly intrigued.

Bob hefted the paddle. "A little light but it'll do."

He addressed the girls. "Awright you two, now we're gonna have a little lesson. You saw how Miss Redhead over here took her licks? Now I want both of you right over here," he said pointing to a spot in the center of the room.

The girls whined when the realization hit them that Uncle Bob was actually going to use that awful paddle on their own hind ends.

"C'mon Bob, no, please. It's too embarrassing."

"Yeah," pleaded the blonde. "We'll never do a party like that again. C'mon, please."

Bob looked at the floor for a minute, waiting for them to finish, then looked up.

"You either get over here and shuck those britches right down or you can go back to that titty bar in Houston where I found you. And that means no trip to Aruba, or Cancun or any other place I was going to take you."

With the sickly realization that he had them, literally, over a barrel, the two young women shuffled forward and started to unbutton their jeans. Jenny, amazed at the spectacle unfolding, backed up toward Ron who put his hands on her shoulders. Unconsciously, she let her body relax against his. Ron felt her hot bottom cheeks pressing into his groin as she backed up. It gave him an instant hard on which had been building as he had paddled her sweet bare tushy.

"Let's go, Sue Ann, Betty, get 'em all the way down," ordered Bob.

Groaning both girls complied pulling shorts and jeans down to their knees.

"Panties, too. I want those asses bare."

The protest to this last indignity was cut off by Bob, and two pairs of panties soon joined the jeans at knee level.

"All right now. Bend over. Put your hands on your knees and stick out those fannies. Do it now. And stay put while I paddle your sassy butts."

Sue Ann had long legs and an oval cheeked bottom. Although slender, she had an amply padded seat for what was to follow. Betty, the shorter of the two, had a jouncy bubble shaped rear end that stuck out as if begging for the attentions of the paddle. Reluctantly both girls bent over and gripped their knees. Bob gave the paddle a few practice swooshes that made the girls flinch. Then he stepped to Betty's side and landed a sharp crack right across the fattest part of her sit spot.

Betty howled and started to get up, but Bob put his hand on her back and pushed her back down with an admonishment to stay in position. Then he moved to Sue Ann's side and gave her a solid crack across her ass that made her jump up and yelp.

Bob alternated between the two chagrined women, delivering a hearty paddle swat to one, then moving to the other. He stood to the left and lined up each lick, checking his distance and patting the proffered bottom a few times before letting go with a hefty smack. The licks were solid and deliberate. Bob seemed determined to punish his naughty nieces soundly for whatever their infraction had been.

Jenny marveled at the way the buttocks of the girls would quiver as the paddle struck. A steady chorus of "Ow...ow...ouch!" accompanied the paddling. By the end of what Jenny could see was a very sound licking both pairs of bottom cheeks were a bright red and Betty and Sue Ann were wriggling, crying and pleading with "Uncle" Bob to go easy on them. He didn't. The last two swats were the hardest yet and made both girls screech with pain.

When it was over a very chastened pair of nieces struggled back into their tight pants. Their faces were as red as their behinds had been and tears had to be wiped from eyes. Bob handed Ron the paddle.

"Thank you, son. Let's go you two," he said to the sniffling pair, " and any more foolery like last week and your behinds will be feeling my belt."

Wide eyes, Jenny watched them go. As she did she became aware of how hot she was. Of course her butt was blazing, but she was horny, too. God, she was dripping wet. She hoped it wouldn't make a spot on her shorts. What she really wanted right now was to go down on her knees and pull Ron's cock right out of his pants so she could go down on it, then get him to fuck her good and proper. She had felt the boner in his pants as she had leaned against him. That must mean he wanted her too. She began plotting how to get him alone...maybe later.

She didn’t know it, but Ron was thinking exactly the same thing.
I'm speechless!
From Hermione's Heart