Kinky Crafts

Every day I receive an e-mail from Martha Stewart's website with a new craft idea. Many of them are pretty mundane, but some have a decidedly kinky aura. Here are some that might be vanilla, but then again, might not be.

Belt buckle picture frame (to preserve the memories of all those lovely spankings)

Cane top table (what to do with worn out or outgrown canes)

Peg rack (for displaying implements)

Memory board (for photos of red, striped or marked bottoms)

Portable study station (obviously doubles as a spanking bench)

Gateleg sewing table (folds down when not in use for discipline)

Shibori scarf (for bondage with that elegant touch)

Spectacular pillows (to elevate the bottom just enough)

Japanese beads (perfect to wear with leather)

Birch trivets (a tasteful way to reuse those birch rods)

And then there was the video called "Five creative uses for household items". I leave that one to your imagination.

In Case of Emergency

I have done a log of complaining about the bath brush and how much I hate it. So it's only fair to tell you that Mr. Dogleg and I have reached an understanding. This is how it all came about.



I hate doing my income taxes. It's the only time I procrastinate. I leave it until the last day then grumble because I'm surrounded by a sea of forms. Even the thought of the generous refund I always manage to get is not enough to inspire me to get them done early. So I was in a pretty bad mood. I wasn't happy about wasting part of my precious weekend fiddling with a calculator. I finally finished the endless calculations, transfered all the numbers to the good copy, and stuffed the completed forms and handfuls of receipts into the envelope. 

That's when various other unpleasant and unrelated events began to unfold. Without going into grim detail, I seemed destined to continue having a really bad day. Normally I keep my emotions under tight control and try to smile as much as possible because that usually keeps me feeling cheerful. But that day, it didn't work. My dark side was showing, and I didn't like that at all. By evening I was down in the dumps, big time!


The following morning, I couldn't finish the lovely breakfast Ron had made me, which is very unusual because I like to eat! Instead, I burst into tears, which is even more unusual. I knew I had to get a grip. Not even telling myself to cheer up and snap out of it, or my husband's helpful advice to "Get over it" did any good. 


Later that day we would be having our regular weekly date for spanking and loving, and I sure wasn't in a very romantic mood. I wasn't even looking forward to the spanking that I usually couldn't wait to get. This was serious. For a moment I considered having a "headache", but in the dynamics of our relationship that isn't really an option, so I discarded the idea.


I had had spankings in the past that, besides being very exciting and erotic, had greatly helped to relieve stress. That was what I needed - a stress-relief spanking. But how could I be certain it would do the trick? A tiny voice inside my head whispered, "the brush". I tried to ignore it; that bath brush was wicked. I couldn't deny that something heavy duty was what I needed. Ron had never used it again after that first time; would I have the courage to ask for it? 


Later, I found myself in my husband's arms. He kissed me, then caressed my bottom before smacking it with his hand a few times as a preview of things to come. When he stopped I looked at him and asked, "Will you finish off with the bath brush?" 


"Okay," my man of few words agreed. And on we went.


As I got into position over some pillows on the bed, Ron reached for the much-loved leather paddle then applied it vigorously, alternating left and right cheeks. He stopped to rub my bottom while I caught my breath and waited, both wanting and not wanting him to continue. Continue he did, and the swats were harder and quicker. Then another pause for caressing, and he put down the paddle. 


I heard the drawer open. He reached in and picked up the bath brush. Was it too late to stop him? Did I want to? I didn't. I braced myself and held on tight to the brass rails of the bed.


The wood cracked against my right cheek. Pain seared through me but I kept silent. The left cheek got the next whack, and I took the scalding blow, relishing it. Ron kept up the rhythm of strokes, and all I thought of was enduring the ordeal and letting the pain heal me. All the other emotions that had been swirling inside me melted and vanished as the brush did its work. 


Then Ron laid the brush aside, caressed my sore bottom and explored further. I was gasping from the intense burning, yet very ready for attention of a different kind now, and he lost no time in slipping inside me from behind. If that sensation was lovely, the ones that followed, as he gently and skilfully took me completely out of myself, were even more wonderful. Finally we lay exhausted, and I was once more at peace. I smiled. 


I know it's an old cliche, but every cloud has a silver lining, or in this case, a wooden one, with bristles.

A Spanko by Any Other Name

Have you ever noticed how many surnames have a spanko quality to them? Here are a few I found while browsing through the telephone directory. (I know what you're going to say - "Get a life!")

Aasen

Allmark

Asman

Assen

Beaton

Botham

Burn

Hand

Hyde

Redd

Redish

Rodd

Rose

Sitt

Topping

Vanderspank

Welt

Can you add any to the list?

A Cute Little Deer

Many of you are probably familiar with the paddle found in souvenir shops, printed with the legend "For the cute little dear with the bare behind" and the cartoon deer looking over her shoulder at a little black bear.

That's what came to mind while wandering through my favourite implement kitchen store, Williams-Sonoma. I saw an interesting display of wooden tools, picked up the largest and read the label. It was a Littledeer Pan Paddle, carved from a single piece of maple. Handmade in Canada, it truly was a lovely implement. It looked just right for my bare behind. I also chose a smaller paddle to actually use for cooking.

The sales staff saw my interest and tried to entice me with the carved tongs and a tiny pate spreader, but those items didn't look like they would be too useful for discipline, so I declined.

And as I found out when I got home, the paddle was perfect! Very stingy, but after a little warmup hand spanking, Ron gave me just what I needed to relax after a day of shopping.

Unfortunately, W-S no longer offers this product on their website, but you can see the full range of paddles at Littledeer. To further entice you, they're all available in both left-handed and right-handed models.

The Bill

While driving to work in the morning I usually listen to CBC Radio 1. As I pulled into the parking lot yesterday, a program called "The Current" began. It always starts with a short satirical comment on something currently in the news that will be discussed later on the show. Imagine my reaction when I heard this:

The Senate has passed bill S-209, which prohibits parents from spanking their children.

Currently, The Prime Minister has made it very clear the bill does not cover cabinet ministers.

This is The Current.

I wondered whether the Speaker of the House - that's the person who controls the proceedings, makes sure protocol is followed and keeps everyone in line in the House of Commons - will now be called the Spanker of the House? The Party Whips will be doing double duty too, no doubt.

Here's the full story about the bill. It's interesting that over 600 readers commented.

Also of interest is another story currently in the news, about a twelve year old girl whose father punished her by forbidding her to go on a class trip. She sued her father, won her case, and went on the trip.

... by Its Cover

Last summer I went out of town on a work-related course. I was pleased to find that the location of the training centre was a mere three blocks from an adult toy store I had never visited before.

During the lunch break I hurried out for a quick shopping trip. I'm sorry to say the selection of implements was pretty sparse: one wooden paddle with holes and a vibrating riding crop. Were they sold out of everything?

The selection of books was extensive and they were attractively displayed by category. The title of one caught my eye immediately: 100 Strokes of the Brush Before Bed. Yes, that looked like a juicy read for the evening. I bought the book, tucked it into my shoulder bag to hide the distinctively marked plastic bag it was in (whatever happened to plain brown wrappers?) and hurried back to resume my education.

When we were dismissed for the day, I eagerly hurried back to my hotel, stopping for takeout pizza and salad along the way. I was looking forward to a cozy evening.

I changed into something comfortable, enjoyed my dinner, then settled into bed to read, my vibrator within easy reach. I opened the book and started. It was an autobiographical account written by an Italian schoolgirl. She described teenage angst, copulation, a motorcycle, more copulation, more angst, oral sex, a weird boyfriend....

So where was the hairbrush? I was 50 pages into the book and still hadn't found any spanking. There was plenty of intercourse, but frankly, graphic descriptions of sexual activity leave me dry cold. The book was boring!

I started to speed read, flipping pages quickly to find the 'good parts'. There weren't any. What I found instead was a single paragraph that explained it all. The author described how her mother has always taught her to brush her hair 100 times each night. Aargh! A hairbrush used on hair!

I abandoned the book. And the vibrator. But the problem of what to do with the book remained. I was reluctant to pack it in my suitcase and bring it home with me. That just added extra weight to my luggage, and I would still need to dispose of it. I didn't want it. Could I toss it into the wastebasket in my room? Leave it for the chambermaids to find?

I couldn't return it to the store. What would I say? That they misclassified the book, and it shouldn't have been displayed in the S&M section because there was no spanking in it?

I wrapped the book in the plastic bag it came in and the next morning, on my way back to class, I tossed it into a garbage container on the street. That was a waste of $16.99 plus tax!

Never Judge a Book...

There's a new book out called Assume the Position by Richard Bercuson, but it has nothing to do with our favourite activity.

It's a self-published autobiographical account of one man's fight againt prostate cancer. This is a serious subject, to be sure, but the author handles it with a great deal of humour and sensitivity. That's the reason I feel comfortable presenting an excerpt here.

The 'position' he is asked to assume is one which allows his doctor easy access to his prostate. His description of his first biopsy could definitely be translated into a spanking situation if you read it out of context:

"Pretend you lie on your side on a hockey rink in the fetal position ... You are not wearing underwear, nor an athletic supporter or cup. Not far away, and facing your posterior, a doctor with a better-than-average slapshot lines up 10 pucks ... then he fires away.

"Each shot strikes you with stomach-thundering discomfort ... You sense your testicles will disintegrate and your stomach contents will explode through your throat."

The review I read included other humourous excerts but this was the only one that was vaguely spankingesque.

While entertaining his readers, Mr. Bercuson also succeeds in educating and informing them about the most common form of cancer found in Canadian men.

He sure picked an eye-catching title.

Comments Demystified

A while ago, PK wrote an excellent post about blogging, and in it she mentioned the importance of leaving comments on blogs.

Did you know that Blogger blogs (blogs that are named ___.blogspot.com) have a useful feature for comments? If you leave a comment, and you have a Google account, your comment and all subsequent ones will be e-mailed to you. You won't need to keep checking back to see how the conversation is going.

I am reasonably technically savvy and it took me several weeks of experimenting before I figured it all out. So I want to share what I learned with you. My apologies to all the bloggers I annoyed by leaving comments that said, "This is a test".

If you are already logged on to Google (the Google reader or Blogger, for example) then you visit a blog and type a comment, you'll see a box (circled below) near the bottom of the comments window. Click on the box to make the check mark appear. You'll get mail!

Now here comes the confusing part. Sometimes the box isn't there. That's because you are not logged on to Google. In that case, type in your Google username and password, but don't publish your comment yet. Instead, click PREVIEW.

That makes the Email checkbox appear so you can select it and have comments delivered to your inbox.

I hope you find this helpful.

Corrie Spanking

Coronation Street, the British show that is the longest running soap in television history, has a loyal following in Canada. CBC is never allowed to pre-empt it without making alternate viewing arrangements; it's that popular.

In the past few weeks, I have noticed several spanko references and thought you might enjoy them. Our episodes are 10 months behind the ones in Britain, so bear with me if these are ancient history to some of you.

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Sally, who never finished high school, wants to better herself, and enrols in an English Literature correspondence course. The books arrive, and as she excitedly reads the titles, husband Kevin asks, "Do they still use the cane?"

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Eileen, who has just been on a second date with Jerry the night before, walks into his shop.

Jerry:"You're late. I should put you over my knee."
Eileen: "Promises."

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Jack and Vera are having an early night to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. As they climb the stairs, Vera, who is behind Jack, swats him on the bum.

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Two cabbies are sitting in a taxi watching a client's house. The client has been dating their female dispatcher and they suspect he is married. The man in question finally arrives, goes to the door and opens it. A young woman is standing in the doorway.
Cabbie 1 "Maybe it's his sister."
She turns and walks into house. The man slaps her bottom and follows her in.
Cabbie 2 "They must be a close family."

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And then there are a number of nasty, irritating, or just plain spankable characters that need to be put over someone's knee, plus many references to other characters having nice bums.

Was it always so full of spanking references, or am I just noticing it more now? And if you are a Corrie fan, please leave a comment.

The Shoehorn Contest Reconsidered

You may recall the contest in April to translate the message on the wooden shoehorn pictured above and to guess the language.

I have recently heard from a reader in Norway, who writes:

As a Norwegian I'm sorry to say you have awarded the wrong winner of your contest. The text written on the shoehorn "Den vet best hvor skoen trykker, som har den på" is for sure Norwegian. The translation to English will be like this: The one who wears the shoe is the one who knows best where it is squeezing (the toes).

Bonnie (via Google) is not much to blame for the mistake because Norwegian and Danish are very closely related languages. It’s just one letter in the second word in the text that clearly identifies it to be Norwegian and not Danish.

In Danish it most probably will be written like this: "Den ved best hvor skoen trykker, der har den på". I'm not sure but I think it will be possible also in Danish to use "som" instead of "der" after the comma. So it's the use of the letter t instead of a d in the second word that identifies it for me to be Norwegian and not Danish.

So Mr. Betula the Viking has to judge that Karl Friedrich Gauss is the real winner of the contest, but that Hermione has one of nicest blogs he has seen on the web.

A big thank you to Mr. Betula for the translation and explanation, as well as his kind words about my blog. He has also provided a link to an interesting website that describes the painting technique. I'm convinced!

So Karl Friedrich Gauss guessed the language correctly, and is awarded 2 swats to give to the lucky bottom of his choice.

Mr. Betula wins five spanks for his translation, and I hope he visits again.

RPT and Bonnie have, I presume, already enjoyed their prizes, and unfortunately spankings are not returnable, so I'm not going to ask for them back.

Truth in Advertising

My husband's favourite fast food restaurant is Harvey's. The burgers are flame-broiled, cooked to order, and finished off with your choice of fresh toppings and condiments.

As I drove past a Harvey's yesterday, I saw a sign below the main logo which read:

How to Top

So that's where he gets his fresh ideas from.

(In case you're dying to know, the rest of the sign, in smaller print, said "Canada's Best Tasting Burger".)

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The next three eye-catching slogans are from advertisements in various newspapers:

Leatherdays - A sale of leather furniture

Grab Your Paddle! - A canoing expedition

Ouch! Did You Get Your Heating Bill? - replacing your old furnace and air conditioner

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for June 8

It was a pleasure entertaining you all for brunch. You're welcome any time. Our topic this week was your most memorable spanking. Here's what you said:

Daisy - Living so far apart, we see each other very rarely; I therefore build up quite a count of spankings! I was promised a major spanking for all the brattiness shown over the past months...

Suitably restrained, I was spanked hard in sets, 20-30 with each implement....it was deliciously painful, very very stingy at the time, but a few hours later, not even a red mark! I felt cheated, and bratted ....he told me off and I pretended to sulk, flouncing off to bed, ignoring his attempts to cajole me out.... all of a sudden, he was turning me face down, and no amount of squealing or begging or apologies were going to stop him (hehe).....

He used no implement, just his hand, and he spanked and spanked, lecturing me all the while; it was getting more and more painful; I was reduced to tears.... still he continued..... eventually, he stopped, and hugged me.... within an hour the initial sting had gone, but I had bruises....several bruises, including definite fingerprints...they lasted days and days, it was wonderful!!!

Anna - Most memorable for me has to be the first one. I remember exactly what shirt I was wearing, lying on my stomach on the bed, a blanket under me to elevate my bare backside, waiting while he searched for his belt, and then the spanking. It wasn't long enough or hard enough, but it was memorable.

OliviaManners - I don't know if I could pick out just one as I can honestly say that each one has been memorable in different ways, especially as we have explored different dynamics within our relationship - some have been fun, some erotic, some Disciplinary, some just because.

To pick out a few... the very first time just because it was the first time, so something that we may have imagined but I never thought would really happen, that was pretty overwhelming when it did! The first time that I was dressed into my school uniform and experienced a very real formal Disciplinary spanking and the release of guilt and the emotional, loving power of that exchange, not just during, but after he had guided me through that.....then the time that I received 6 dozen with the cane, not for punishment, but just because I needed it - I remember feeling completely cleansed and strong and proud of what I had taken, and having experienced really letting go. I would also say that it is all of the things in between my spankings that are equally, if not more memorable...the little rituals and the embarrassments.

I think I would very happily repeat all of them, and the Disciplinary ones need to be repeated as that is what makes them work for me!

I'm glad you joined us, Olivia.

PK - My most memorable was probably one of my shortest. We had only been spanking a short time and only for fun and erotic reasons. And while this was wonderful I was really into the idea of discipline (still am). We were working to clean out my mom's house one Saturday and we found ourselves alone. He led me to my old bedroom, pulled my pants down and bent me over the arm of the couch. I heard him remove his belt (my first time with the belt too) and he told me I seemed way too interested in what a real discipline spanking would feel like and he was worried that I would sabotage my diet just to find our what it would feel like so he decided to give me a preview.

I think I only got about 6 licks but he put everything he had into them. I had some serious bruises and I could feel it for several days. I think his idea backfired because I LOVED it! Until the soreness finally faded I could not keep the grin off my face. Not only did I love the feeling I love the fact that it was his idea and it had a serious purpose behind it.

I have had many wonderful spankings but that one will always stick in my mind for all these reasons.

Dr. Ken - My most memorable is based on the implement and the spanking she got with it.

It happened about a year ago. I was delivering a hand spanking, but for some reason on that day it just wasn't doing the trick, and the lady expressed a desire for something more. So I sent her to a dresser drawer that had some implements in it - a little red leather strap, a leather paddle, and a hairbrush - and told her to pick one. To my surprise, she came back with the hairbrush! Women usually shy away from that.
She went back over my knee and I applied the brush long and hard to her bare bottom, and it was just what she wanted.

She got - and deserved - a lot of aftercare when that was over...

Apple - I have had a lot of very good and hard spankings, which really have turned me on and have left marks and stripes, but I can't pick one special one out and write some details. I still know that my husband (he was and is the only one who spanks me) has always done very good work on my butt and afterwards we have had some excellent sex.

But if you the same question again, I will remember the spanking I have received today, for sure. I don´t think I will forget it. My top was very angry because yesterday night I told him many naughty words.Today I have to pay for it.

Welcome, Apple. I have added your blog to my Members of the Club.

Terpsichore - Because this is still so new for us and because I have still yet to receive that first real spanking I so desire...every moment I have experienced including a spanking is memorable to me...from the little swat my husband gave years ago in the kitchen long before I ever shared with him my secret wish...to the little pat on my knee under the table out to dinner with a knowing glance of my desires starting to come true soon after I shared my secret back in the fall.

Michelle - There are so many answers to this one.

The that first pops into my mind is the most recent. It is particularly memorable as it was exactly the kind I like, erotic, with my undies down around my knees and my skirt flipped up, with the riding crop; most enjoyable.

Another is the first since we got "serious" about this, about a year ago. We've been playing about with spanking for about 10-12 years, maybe longer (we're pushing 16 years of marriage with another two of dating before that; I don't think we spanked in college (other than the occasional swat) but that was a long time ago). Last year I finally decided to get some implements, our first one being a riding crop.

He tied me to the table and gave me countless swats with the crop. Oh, my, was that wonderful! I was rubbing my tush for days, all the while grinning like a Cheshire cat!

So I don't forget any of them, I keep a private, handwritten journal, to record what I liked about each one. Boy is that gonna scandalize the great-grand kiddies after we're gone!

Abby - My first real spanking with Mr. W was with a cane, and even though we weren't romantically partnered at the time or for a few years afterwards, it sealed us together for the rest of our lives.

I had never been caned before; it was his favorite implement. We agreed on 3 sets of 6, something that we still echo today, even in my most recent caning. I think the idea that since both the experience and the pain of the caning would be new, I would at least be able to count to six, but I kept getting lost between 4 & 5 and would lose count. To this day, we joke that I can't count to six! (Fortunately I now have proof on camera that I can count to six and higher.)

We were both incredible aroused afterwards, but managed to put that energy towards the future. We didn't want to be together until we could fully give ourselves to one another, without the past or baggage hanging on, so instead he gave me my first beautiful stripes, promise stripes of a sort. They said, someday, this backside will be mine. And now it is.

This was my most memorable scene not only because it was my first real scene with the man who would be my husband, but also because it was with the girl who would become this woman who writes here now, who knows that her life could not be complete without Mr. W's heart or spankings. From here on, I was on the way to truly becoming me.

David - The first for Susan from me was before we got engaged. She was playing me up, and I said she needed a spanking to which she said coyly, "You wouldn't dare." My response was to haul her over my knees and deliver a smart smacking to the seat of her thin dress.

"There, going to behave?" "Call that a spanking, David?" This time, I grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it up around her waist to reveal her plump bottom, barely covered in brief panties.

"Hey, that's not decent," she protested, but I said, "Maybe not, but you're going to feel this one." Her cheeks were barely pink, and I enjoyed my hand smacking against them as they wobbled and bounced. A couple of minutes later I rested my palm on her glowing rear; this was great and I loved this girl.

I blurted out, as she still lay over my lap, "Will you marry me, Susan?" She looked round at me. "And get my arse tanned every night? You must be joking."

I hooked my finger into her panties, and hauled them down to her thighs, and started spanking again, amidst cries of, "No, not my knickers!" This time I kept it up for longer, and her bottom was cherry red by the time I paused again.

"Will you marry me now?" "No." Then I really went to town on her lovely backside and kept it up for much longer, until it was puce and quivering. She was squirming and wriggling, as I just said, "Well?"
Susan look round again, tears in her eyes. "Of course I will. I didn't want to seem too eager though."

I've now been spanking her gorgeous bottom for nearly twenty years, and each spanking gets better for both of us.

Paul - Predictably, it was the first time I spanked my wife, on the ferry, on the way to Paris, France for our honeymoon. Mel was keen for me to remove her inconvenient hymen.

To explain, I met and fell in love with Mel when she was fourteen and I was twenty-two. Her parents recognised that our feelings were genuine but with the proviso that I not touch her sexually until we were married. It wasn't easy but we managed, hence Mel's rush.

I wanted Mel's first time to be memorable, so I told her to wait; she bratted badly. We had already agreed that the marriage would be DD, so I told her to lay on the bunk, put all the pillows under her, flipped up her dress, pulled down her panties and spanked her hard. I have no idea if anybody heard us. At the time I really didn't care. I held her as she slept until we arrived in Paris.

The drive to the hotel was a short one, we had a bite to eat and yes, our first time was memorable. Our wedding day was Mel's eighteenth birthday, so the next day she received her first proper birthday spanking including aftercare.

There have been many spankings since, but the first stays in my mind.

Ms. Betty - Well, it seems I'm in good company. I don't dare pick favorites. The men who graced my life, and my lap, have just been too special.

But here are a few random highlights:

There was the first spanking I gave at a play party, also the first time I used a cane.

There was spanking someone out behind the Greyhound station. (Just light smacks over jeans with him leaning against the wall.)

There was spanking someone in the back seat of his car for getting a ticket while he was driving with me.

But mostly what stands out for me are the firsts. I've given many first spankings over the years and being part of that special moment for them is always special for me as well.

There was one who accidentally broke one of my little plastic paddle ball paddles. (I was letting him play with them after his spanking.) I surprised him with a second, much harder spanking for it. On the way home I had the feeling I'd just knocked his whole world on its ear. Poor thing. It also left me with a strange feeling of being responsible for him from then on, permanently.

There was meeting someone at his place of work after hours for a long, very intense "first". After months of talking and planning, we did it on the spur of the moment.

There was watching someone grow from shy uncertainty to finally being in my living room, a wonderful spanking, and dinner after. Just by chance I happened to pick a restaurant with wooden chairs. I kept looking at him as he ate, wondering just how his bottom was doing. I asked him after, and he said it felt "wonderful".

Then of course, there is little bunny. If I listed everything memorable about him we'd be here long past doomsday. It's one of those relationships where everything is new and different, even things you've done a hundred times before.

But don't ask him, either. He still can't decide between the schoolroom paddling, surprising him in the bathtub, or the day I spanked him in (with one exception) every room of his house.

Happy spanking, everyone.

elle - One of my most memorable spanking was of the non-sexual variety.

My best friend is forever threatening me with all sorts of grim things if he catches me smoking. One night, we were standing outside a Chinese takeaway and I thoughtlessly lit a Marlboro light. Three drags in and he was shouting at me, "How dare you smoke, Elle, you know I hate you doing that!" I giggled helplessly and he appealed to my then-boyfriend for advice on stopping me.

The then-boyfriend laughed and said he didn't care but when I displeased him he knew how to deal with it.

Next thing I know, I'm bent over a nearby fence. This is in a very public area, although it was around 4 am. My best friend, his boyfriend and my then-boyfriend all took a few dozen swats at me.

It wasn't long, it wasn't hard, it certainly wasn't my first...but it was definitely the most embarrassing and most public spanking EVER!

Prefectdt - Before I start I think it only right to explain that I pride myself on my discretion and there are many spankings that I would not tell everyone about unless I had the permission of the other people involved. So I have been very naughty and re-interpreted the question as "What was the most memorable spanking that you have received that you feel comfortable sharing with the world?" mostly because the other two people involved told everyone they could about it, as often as they could get people to listen.

It was back in the early nineties and I was living in The Netherlands and answered a magazine advert from a German couple living in Germany. After traveling over for a day for a "get to know you" meeting I was invited back to play. The situation was this: they where a married couple, she was very into giving some stick to the boys but he had no inclinations in that direction. As I am happy to play without sex I suited the profile that they where seeking.

When it came to playing, the lady concerned and I went to the spare room to play, while her husband made himself comfortable in the main bedroom. Bondage was in the mix for this particular lady, so I was restrained ankles and wrists face down on a bed and then the whupping took place. The lady did the job very well and I was soon flying higher than the proverbial kite. Although I can play without any sexual connotations, this lady was playing for the "turn on" factor and having reached her desired level of excitement she was eager to leave the room and get together with her spouse.

She was very considerate and checked that I was OK and happy before she left, and did ask if there was anything that I needed. I said I was happy and I needed nothing. As the door to the spare room closed I realized that perhaps I should have asked to be released from the bindings that had me restrained to the bed, before she left. My brain was a bit addled but it was mostly due to embarrassment that I would not shout after her. I spent nearly three hours shackled to the bed before the Lady remembered what position I had been left in while she and her husband did what comes naturally to man and wife.

Memorable? It is about 16 years ago now and I still think about that day and have a little giggle about it.

pmduo - I think most memorable would be the first time he used his belt. I'd wanted him to for a VERY long time but he has a lot of worries around inflicting pain and it was a pretty hard sell. It was harder than I'd imagined, in more than one way. It was the first time he'd spanked me that I wasn't over his knee and I felt kind of disconnected from him which was a little scary. It was a short session but hurt somewhat more than I'd anticipated!

I've since had harder and longer but this was memorable because of his willingness to push his comfort zone for something I wanted and it was the start of exploring how far we were willing to go.

BlushingBride - don't think I have one particular spanking that was "most memorable". All of my spankings have been given by my husband, and all of them have been wonderful in their own way. I suppose that if I had to single one out as particularly significant, it would be the one that got us started on our path towards DD in addition to erotic and playful spankings.

I don't even recall what I was upset about, but I was clearly having a tantrum of some sort. He came over and without warning, tipped me over the arm of the couch and delivered a quick flurry of swats, then let me up. It wasn't much of a spanking but it had a huge effect on calming me down, which both of us welcomed.

dg_uk - As with many of the above, there are so many different reasons, so many different types of spanking, all of them feel important and etched on my heart (and for a time it felt as though they were etched on my bottom!)

I think the risky (but probably quick) ones popped into my head the minute I read the topic, like being given a smacked bottom on a train (we were in an empty carriage, but the guard was checking tickets, so at any moment I could have been seen bent over), or ones when a new implement was introduced.

However, once the topic settled, the ones that are differently memorable are the ones that connected me back to myself, away from deep sadness or fear, but remind me of my strength and innocence. I love that I always re-find my strength through submitting to a spanking, and these are the sorts of spankings I have been receiving most recently. I think many of the other contributers have mentioned the calming effect, and it calms and gives me incredible energy too. It occurs to me (quite often!) aren't we lucky to have this and to be able to access it through a simple, good old-fashioned smacked bottom!

Another Michelle - My most memorable was my first because I had no idea what was going to happen. It was hard and painful and yet so amazing. I felt like I was in one of the stories I read so much about and I was in a bit of heaven for a moment as he hand thwacked me harder each time.

Hermione - I had a hard time deciding too, because each spanking is a precious gift. But I have to say that the first one my husband gave me is the most memorable one. It was completely unexpected, so my first feelings were those of shock and surprise. I was totally overwhelmed with the enormity of what was happening to me, and to us. Then I was filled with gratitude to this man for giving me what I had longed for all my life.We were both on cloud nine for days afterward, and lost no time in repeating the experience as often as we could.


Thank you all for sharing your memorable experiences.

MBS Spanko Brunch #125

Welcome! Yes, you've come to the right place! I'm so glad you could join me for brunch today. Bonnie told me you were coming so I've been expecting you. In honour of the occasion I whipped up some butter tarts, a Canadian treat similar to pecan pie or treacle tart.

Today's discussion should be fun.

What was your most memorable spanking? What made it memorable? Was it your first one? The hardest? The silliest? Was it with a very special person? Would you like to repeat the experience? If not, what would you do differently if you could?

Please leave your reply as a comment below and tell us all about giving or getting that unforgettable spanking. Once everyone has had a chance to contribute, I'll post an edited summary of your experiences.

New Paddles for Old

When I got home yesterday I found a note on the table that read, "C.P. Pickup, next Monday".

Ron had taken a phone message from a local association that provides assistance and resources to people with cerebral palsy. Once a month they call us and offer to pick up any gently used items like clothing, books, toys and household furnishings. The goods are sold to a local for-profit thrift store, which in turn sells them to the public. Everybody benefits from the arrangement.

We regularly declutter our home and so always have something to donate. Each bag is clearly marked with a printed label that reads "C.P. Pickup".

Since the items are destined for the thrift store that I often shop at for pervertables, I can imagine a Corporal Punishment pickup. What if all the boxes and bags along our street marked "C.P. Pickup" contained worn-out switches, broken paddles and hairbrushes, outgrown spanking benches, floggers with only a few lashes in them and the like.

Maybe I'll tuck the evil bath brush into one of our bags. It might find a good home.

The Pervertable from H***

This could easily rival Bonnie's MOAP (mother of all paddles) as the most evil instrument known to any bottom.

It was a Christmas gift, not from Ron but from a vanilla relative. It lives in my kitchen, and I need two hands to hold it by the handle. Handmade from Canadian hardwood, it is about 2 feet long and nearly 3/4 inch thick.

It was designed for a very specific purpose. Not bottom-warming, although you might think so. Any guesses?

It's a baguette board, just the right size to cut and serve the long, chewy loaves of bread.

Most of the time it stays hidden in a hard to reach upper cupboard, so a certain person won't get any non-vanilla ideas about it.

What We Call Ourselves

Groups of us have a lot of interesting names!

A swish of spankers
A cry of spankees
A cane of spankees
A consent of spankees
A smart of spankees
A playtime of spankos
A cane of spankos
A swat of spankos
A rack of kinksters
A top of bottoms
A cane of bottoms
A round of bottoms
A bottom of tops
A cane of tops
A whip of Doms
A serving of subs
A bratting of subs
A whole lot of 'unconventional and loving it' people
Bottom Feeders
A spanking abutment

One reader was concerned that Ron might not like my offering one of his paddles to someone else. Trust me, he has plenty of others! And then there was the question of how to actually let you sample it.

I'm giving the prize to A bratting of subs.

But for participating, I'm awarding you all six swats with the implement you own that most resembles this paddle.

Thank you all for playing.