Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Have you ever...

Brand-new blogger Shell created a meme that I know you will all want to try. Thank you PK for sharing your version of it.

Have you ever...

Had one of your kids unknowingly pick up or use one of your implements?
I don't have any kids, and when the  grandchildren come to visit, all implements are safely out of sight.

Hidden an implement?
I once bought a red stocking with 12 different implements in a post-Christmas clearance sale at Cane-iac. A few are simply too severe for use, and I don't know how to dispose of them. They are hidden at the bottom of a drawer.

Had an uninvited audience for a spanking?
Only the dogs.

Had an implement break while being in use?
Yes. Wooden spoons seem especially prone to mishap. Isn't it lucky that leather never breaks?

Stood up or walked out from a spanking?

Never. Why would I?

Purchased an implement yourself...for yourself?

I make all the implement purchases, although sometimes Ron points out something like a bath brush or spatula when we are out shopping.

Had a session where all the implements were used?

We have far too many implements for that. It would take hours and my bottom would be too numb to enjoy it.

Had to explain "weird noises" coming from your bedroom?

Not that I can recall. We are the only two in the house.

Been spanked outside of the comfort of your four walls?

Yes, in a borrowed apartment.

Spanked your significant other?
No. I once asked Ron if he wanted me to spank him and her replied, "you are the spankee; I'm the spanker."
Been spanked in a hotel room/resort?
No, but it sounds like fun.

Been spanked with your own belt?
No. My belt has little metal dogs on it and that would be dangerous. I bought a belt at a thrift shop for the purpose.

That was fun! Please feel free to share this one with your friends.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, February 18, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 17

Our discussion of Valentine's Day celebrations went like this:

Roz: No Valentine's day spanking here. We had a nice lunch out, we don't usually make a big deal of Valentine's day itself. Valentine's is everyday :)

NoraJean: We had a great Valentine's Day ... much fun was had by both of us ... so much so I had to post about it here.

Anna: Peter arranged a lovely dinner at my favorite spot. Candle lit tables and a violinist playing
softly in the background.At home later a beautiful diamond choker for me. I was done in. I gave him what he loves most. I put on my leather corset, short leather skirt and thigh high boots, with 5 inch heels. He loves the outfit and of course I carried a small leather paddle. I gave him a sterling silver choker that has a small padlock attached. I kept the key! Used the paddle till I saw tears and then we had great hot nasty sex!

Perfect for our wedding anniversary.

Rosco: Valentines Day came about for Irene and me after a bit of conflicts in our schedule. Then we remembered that we had tickets to the Vagina Monologues, so I slipped out of work and came home mid afternoon.

The “date” (as we call it) proceeded as it often does, but with more intensity than usual. Irene instructed me to open her box and get out certain implements (our kids are grown, but still come around sometimes). I got out some scarves, a riding crop and leather strap and leather handcuffs etc. Irene tied me to the bed, and whipped me soundly, extracting various confessions. She stuffed panties in my mouth, and left me to contemplate my misbehavior.

She then returned and gave me a second whipping/spanking (the leather strap is somewhere between the two). She left me again as she took a shower. She came back and sat on top, aggressively demanding reverse cowgirl cunnlingus. After she came, she caught her breath then fucked my lights out. Sometimes it’s like the most intense ever and this was one of those times.

It was hard to be motivated to go out after but the Vagina Monologues was really good - even if my bottom was rather tender in the hard chair.

Sir Wendel: I always give the Misses candy and flowers. She always spanks me with the paddle to show her love for me.

QBuzz: Nothing too exotic, just dinner and gifts followed by a good-old fashioned shag with lots of spanking (of her) :D

Jack: Was not a good week for me, my wife was upset, we planned on going out to our favorite place. We did go, but she addressed my attitude first. Squirming at dinner was not my way to celebrate Valentines Day. She enjoyed it.

Ronnie: A spanking then a lovely dinner cooked by P. Delicious.

Hermione: We started the day with an exchange of valentine cards and gifts - mine was a lovely bracelet. As a result of our typical Canadian weather, we spent much of the day digging out from the latest snowstorm. That put our lunch out on hold. But we enjoyed a romantic evening with cheese fondue, red wine, and some spanky fun to cap off the day.

Romance is still alive and well in blogland!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #266


Welcome to our weekly spanking discussion. Love was in the air this week as we celebrated Valentine's Day in various ways. So how did you celebrate this traditional occasion?

Did you do anything special that involved spanking? Was it planned or spontaneous? Was it something you had done before, or was it the first time?

Please leave your reply as a comment and I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to join the conversation. Don't be shy; if you have something to say, go ahead. You may remain anonymous if you wish.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, February 15, 2019

Friday FUN

For Christmas my neighbour gave me a soft, furry blanket as a thank you for all the little things I do for her all year. It's big enough to cover an easy chair, and one of the dogs snuggles beside me when I read, enjoying the coziness and warmth. But it seems that the big white labels of washing instructions and fibre content always end up on the corner of the blanket right beside my book, so I snipped them off. How silly to say "Do not bleach or iron"! Who would bleach a brown blanket, or try to iron faux fur?

Here are some very creative garment labels for your enjoyment:

































Happy Friday!
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Barry

Last week we began a new story from Rollin Hand's Tales from a Switch. As you may recall, a paddling booth was set up at the county fair to raise money for charity. Four pairs of fraternity and sorority members were going to paddle and be paddled, as is the custom in those organizations. If you would like to refresh your memory, read it again here. For those of you who guessed that Barry would be the first victim, you were right!
BARRY

As the woman in the flower print dress drew nearer, Barry tried averting his eyes, but it was too late.

"Barry Wilson, that is you, isn't it?"

"Oh, er, hi Mrs Hinckly," said Barry with mock cheerfulness.

Turning to Mary Ann she said, "You know, he was the naughtiest one in the whole 8th grade, weren't you Barry? I should have given your naughty bottom a good spanking back then, but they wouldn't let us." Barry gave her a hapless grin. Mary Ann saw a chance to get a donation.

"Well, then why don't you let me give this naughty boy his long overdue comeuppance then? Donate $10 and we'll take Barry in back and give him three paddle swats good and hard. Only $5 apiece for extras."

"Why that's a grand idea," exclaimed Mrs Hinckly. "I always thought Barry could have used a good spanking. Better late than never I say," said the spinsterish woman, fumbling in her purse for the money. "Here's twenty five dollars. It's all for charity, right?"

"Every bit," said Mary Ann with a big grin. Wow-- $25 and they had just opened. "Let's go Barry," she said with a laugh, "time for that trip to the principal's office you never got to take." This last comment was accompanied with a broad wink directed at Mrs Hinckly who smiled with pleasure. Barry blushed and gave her a weak smile.

When they had closed the curtain, Mary Ann took charge.

"Ok, Barry, stand here," she said motioning to a spot in the center of the tent. "Now bend over, hands on your knees." Barry blushed at having to assume the juvenile posture in front of the two women, but he did as he was told. "That's right, Barry, stick it out," she said as Barry bent over, his ass straining the seams of the already tight shorts. Hmmm...cute chubby cheeks, thought Mary Ann as she tapped his
seat with the paddle. This was going to be fun.

"Now Barry," said Mary Ann, rubbing the paddle across his butt in slow circular arcs, "you keep count, Ok?" This question produced a muffled response. "Was that a yes, Barry? Good boy." Then she looked up at Mrs Hinckly. "What do you think, should I give this bad boy his spanking?" Mrs Hinckly just beamed. After all these years the little brat was going to get it. Mary Ann drew back her arm and brought the paddle down with a loud whoosh...Crack!

"Ahh," grunted Barry. "One." Jeez that stung, he thought. She can hit hard for a girl.

Whack! "Oww. Two." Mary Ann smiled at Mrs Hinckly. She patted the proffered cheeks and drew back again. She pivoted and swung through with a smooth forehand.

Crack! "Three," squeaked Barry. Damn! It burned. Hot. Hot. Hot.

Mary Ann took her time and tapped Barry's bottom, like she was looking for the right spot. Barry flinched. This hurt like fire.

Whack! Hardest one yet--right on the crowns of his buttocks. A sizzler.

"Yeoww. Uh, four," managed Barry.

No, no, no, thought Barry. Don’t crynow! His eyes were welling up. This stung atrociously in the tight spandex biker shorts--and all he had on underneath was a jock. He'd had no idea girls could hit so hard.

"Last one Barry. Ready?" Barry grunted in assent. Mary Ann wound up and delivered a blistering Whack! to the Barry's bottom that sounded like a firecracker.

"Yah....ow...five," sang out Barry.

"Bravo!" Exclaimed Mrs Hinckly, clapping. "Very good."

Barry rose, rubbing his buttocks and grimacing.

"Wait a minute," said Mrs Hinckly, reaching into her purse, "I think he could use a few more." After all these years, she couldn't believe how positively satisfying this was--to finally see Barry the brat get his seat well roasted.

Barry gulped, panicked now. His ass was flaming hot. Mary Ann had really paddled him hard--just as hard, in fact, as he got it in pledge meetings from the upperclassmen. He didn't know how he could take any more.

"Well, thank, you, ma'am," said Mary Ann as Mrs Hinckly handed her a $20.

"Well Barry, back over you go and hang on tight. Here we go, four real stingers." And she winked at Mrs Hinckly as she drew back her paddle.

Barry cringed, "b-but...please, I..".

Mary Ann put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. "Barry! I'm surprised-- a big guy like you...now bend over and stick your fanny out." Barry groaned inwardly but assumed the shameful position.

Mary Ann was going to make Barry pay for his reluctance to obey her. With a grim look she cocked her arm at shoulder level.

Crack! "Ow!" yelled Barry. Mary Ann's swat landed right across the fattest part of his behind. That was the hardest one yet and he lurched forward a little.

"I think you should say 'thank you ma'am' after each one, Barry." Mary Ann grinned at Mrs Hinckley and she nodded with approval.

Miserably, from his bent-over position Barry repeated the shameful mantra. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

Crack!

"Ah...ow...thank you ma'am."

Mary Ann patted Barry's butt and drew the paddle back again. Smack!

"Yeow...ah, thank you ma'am."

Mary Ann measured the distance for the last one. Her backswing with the paddle was shoulder high and she pivoted through, sweeping the paddle in a graceful arc.

Splatt! The paddle connected with Barry's bottom solidly. The cheeks rippled. "Oh..ow...yike!" squealed Barry.

"What do you say, Barry?" said a satisfied Mary Ann.

"T-thank you ma'am," choked Barry.

Oh, please, I'm not going to cry. But he could sense tears coming, it hurt so bad. He rose and massaged his tender sit spot. Mrs Hinckly took it all in with approval. Many was the time that she had wished that she could have just tipped young Barry over her knee, yanked down his pants and blistered his little behind.

"Well, Barry, I'm glad to see you finally got your comeuppance, you rascal, you. This has definitely made my day. Young lady," she said to Mary Ann, "you really know how to swing a paddle."

"Well, thank you," said Mary Ann, as Mrs Hinckly departed.

"And good job, Barry. Now let's get back out front and make some more, what do you say?"

"Ah, sure, Mary Ann," said Barry still rubbing. Wow! That stung like hell fire. Barry didn't know if he could take any more customers like that one.
I have a feeling it's going to be a long day! Now, who will be next?

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

House for Sale, Dungeon Included



Check out this house for sale in Philadelphia.







I would say it's move-in ready!

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, February 11, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 10

What are your thoughts on full-coverage granny panties for spanking?

NoraJean: I'm married to Frank ... aka Mr Lingerie Man ... anything 'under' related is a go ... lol!

Shell: I'm glad I get to come after NJ.....because ever since I introduced my Matt to her Frank's rule about what goes underneath, Matt takes that same approach. Granny panties?? I don't think I own any now! At least he's not put any out for quite awhile. So, I think I can conclude -- he's not a fan. (And really I'm not either. ) I know I've not worn any in quite awhile. LOL (NJ, make sure to thank your Frank for me. LOL)

Bernie: Thongs, yes! Granny panties, no! Anything in between is just fine with me.

I actually think that a little more coverage is more alluring. But, please, don't remind me of elderly English women changing on the beach on the Costa del Sol.

Happiness to all of you. And good spankings to all!

Roz: I usually avoid granny panties in favour of a pair of nice low cut briefs, that includes day to day wear. Having said that though, I don't think granny panties would phase Rick at all lol.

Windy: As the result of Meredith's "Pretty panties" comments on her blog and NJ's buying panties she thinks Frank will like, I no longer own granny panties. I do have sports ones that I wear, but they're low cut like Roz said. I have some very nice daily ones in a variety of colors, bikini cut that Storm enjoys seeing me wear. Sometimes I will ask him to pick a color; it's usually a pretty peach or a mint green and they're slightly sheer.

J. Stern: Advice to husbands: If you are not satisfied with the general behavior of your wife since some time, make her wear granny panties (open-worked or see-thru) under a rather short skirt. Take care, to add to her apprehension and shame, that the panties have a little hole at a sensible place, indicating her negligence in the maintenance of her underwear. Take her for a walk on the side of a subway grating. Keep her hand tightened in yours when the warm air lifts her skirt. To vary you can ask her to remove her panties and redo a passage.

Loki Darksong: I have no problem with the so-called granny panties. They have a elegant charm to them that thongs and g-strings cannot compete with. Especially in the full regalia of garter belt and stockings. Or if just a oversized shirt or t-shirt is worn with them alone.

Giving a woman a spanking or a caning or a strapping or a paddling over them has a certain satisfaction that comes when you shift to the next stage and pull them down to fully expose her backside. It is the equal of unwrapping a present for both your pleasure.

Rick: I prefer to see girls in regular panties, as it lends an air of innocence and propriety which in turn, at least in my eyes, dramatically increases my sexual desire. Now add satin material, some feminine lace or ruffles, combine with a soft pastel color, particularly pink, toss in a good over the knee spanking, and my "apparatus" will become a virtual volcano!!

Amy: Eric is a big fan of a simple black thong during a spanking, or any other time for that matter. I do have a red pair of boy's shorts he's spanked me in a time or two but they seem to end up on the floor rather quick and then I'm just bare over his knee.

Sir Wendel: Does not really matter. Panties come down for a spanking anyway.

Ronnie: When I hear Granny knickers I always think of large white plain cotton ones. I do have a couple of pairs of full fitting knickers, black and silky, definitely not Granny ones and P loves them.

Yorkie: Er, I'm spanked bare bottom. Akways. No undies, espicially ladies undies.

Hermione: Ron doesn't much mind what I have on; it comes off very quickly!

Thank you all for your revealing comments!
From Hermione's Heart