Special Treatment

A few weeks ago Ron went away on an overnight trip. Since one of the days he would be gone was also the day of our regular spanking date, I suggested that we reschedule it to the day after his return. I wanted to avoid any more miscommunication, and he happily agreed.

While Ron was away I had done some of the chores that were usually his responsibility, but on his return he decided that there was a lot of yard work to be done. After a day of physical exertion in the heat and humidity, he was ready for a shower and his recliner, but not for spanking. I on the other hand had read a few more blogs than usual (okay, maybe a lot more than usual) and had been looking forward to playing and loving. When Ron said we would postpone both for another day, I agreed reluctantly.

The next day there were no more strenuus outdoor chores to be done, but the trip had been stressful and Ron was still preoccupied with thoughts about it. The time for our date came, then the minutes started ticking by. Finally Ron asked if I wanted to, or if we should postpone again.

"You don't look very enthusiastic," I observed.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not in the mood."

"Then let's not bother," and I got up from the couch. I felt Ron's fingers on my back as he tried to reach for me, but I moved away and said I had to check on something in the kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove stirring a pot, I struggled with disappointment. I knew our schedule for the next day would not allow for any play either. Then I heard footsteps behind me, and whack! Ron slapped me hard on the bottom.

"Get upstairs," he commanded.

"But I thought you weren't in the mood."

I'm not, but I can still give you a good spanking!"

I didn't need to be told twice. That was the kind of order I was delighted to obey.

For us, spanking is usually the appetiser and lovemaking is the entree that follows. This time, Ron made it clear that spanking would be the main course. It was going to be all about me, and he would do everything he could to make me feel special.

He started by asking which implement I would like. While I pondered the possibilities he picked up the riding crop. That would be perfect! It had lain unused for several months and I looked forward to feeling its sting again.

After a few cycles of strokes of the crop alternated with gentle bottom rubbing, Ron surprised me again. He stopped and asked if I would prefer something different, because the crop wasn't doing much for me. I was touched by his perceptiveness, and I had to agree. The crop was making a great deal of noise but I really couldn't feel much sting, if any. He teased me about having calluses on my bum and I laughed and turned to look and see if I did. Talking, joking and laughing during a spanking? That was practically unheard of.

I was just about to ask for the plastic paddle, which delivers a real sting and is only used after a preliminary spankiing with something less severe. Then Ron took the dogging bat down from the bedpost where he keeps it and told me he'd use it because it was always reliable. I thought it was so sweet of him to give me what I liked best, so I gave up on sting to go for thud.
The bat felt firm and solid after the crop, and it covered a much wider area. The spanking had taken a distinctly erotic turn and I delighted in the hard caresses. Ron had essentially started over and I was thoroughly spanked a second time. The rubbing in between swats became more prolongued, and each time, his fingers strayed a little farther from the impact zone.

When Ron finally laid the leather bat down, he was very clearly "in the mood" after all. So was I, and we finished with a mutually satisfying activity for dessert. Satiated, we talked and laughed some more about the ineffective crop; Ron assured me that he had been using it energetically enough.

I regained my cheerfulness, Ron was no longer stressed, and the next day my sore bottom frequently reminded me of how much my husband loves me.

Tally Ho!

Since I recently got reacquainted with our dressage whip after an extended period of silence, I thought I would share my favourite site with you. It's Horse Tack Co.

There are plenty of other sites out there, of course, but I've had excellent service from this one and they ship to Canada.

Dressage whips - not for the novice spankee! There's a lovely selection to choose from. Some are brightly coloured, some feature non-slip handles, and I especially like the gold capped one. Check out the whip and crop rack; it holds 8 implements.

(Did you know that dressage whips aren't intended to hurt the horse? They are long and slender so the rider can give her mount subtle signals without taking her hands off the reins.)

Crops - choose from candy-striped, glittery or reflective, and most come in a variety of colours.

Bats - here you'll find my favourite, the dogging bat. It's very loud, but not too severe. Ron calls this the weed whacker. I often refer to it as the leather paddle when I write about it because I think the word "bat" sounds too brutal.

The other item we have from this page is a purple bat with a little hand on the end. I call this our riding crop, for the same reason as above Most bats also come in a variety of colours. There's also an interesting-looking fly whisk.

(I'm not sure what the difference is between a bat and a crop. Possibly bats are thicker and make more noise, and most don't have wrist loops, while crops do.)

Other possibilities that are a bit more expensive, but might be worth a look:

Reins - The cool thing about using reins is that they come in pairs. So right off you have twice the pleasure! And since you have to double them to use them - one end has a buckle and the other has hardware to fasten them to the bit, neither of which you what coming in contact with a tender bottom - that means four layers of pleasure on impact! Besides plain leather, they also come braided and rubber-covered. Imagine the possibilities!

Stirrup leathers - Very similar to leather belts, although they are narrow. They are of necessity quite thick and sturdy. You could also consider the bondage possibilities. Check out the description of the Arc de Triomphe model. "No one can resist their feel!"

Brushes - There's a lot to check out here; these are the prettiest by far. But be careful! You wouldn't want your bottom to come in contact with one of these.

Fig: The Noun

Recently I was standing in line at a convenience store, and to pass the time, I was checking out the clothing that the young woman in front of me was wearing. Hmmm, nice blouse. Then I looked down to see what else she had on, and the embroidered logo on the back of her stretch pants caught my eye - FIG.

If you click on the image at the top of this post to make it larger, maybe you can see it too. That started me thinking. Since the embroidered symbol is in the exact location that the act of figging would take place, was this kinkwear?

As it turned out, this is a line of women's activewear, made in Canada. Is the placement of the logo a coincidence? I think not.

What Makes Me Cry?

I have never cried during a spanking. Usually I'm enjoying it so much that I want to cheer! On the odd occasion when the pain is just too much, I may wish I could escape, but crying wouldn't occur to me.

So what makes me cry? Tall ships in full sail on the water. A sad movie. A parade. Ever since 9/11 I cry whenever I see a fire fighter or pass a fire station. Then there's the ramp ceremony on the tarmac at the airfield in Afghanistan, when our Canadian forces say good-bye to yet another fallen comrade returning home, and a piper plays a lament.

For situations of personal sadness, such as the illness or death of a two- or four-legged loved one, I usually hold myself together and stay strong for the sake of those around me. I'll deal with medical emergencies, handle practical matters, make decisions and organize whatever arrangements are necessary. When everything is in order, then I can let myself go, sometimes not until days after a crisis.

I will cry when I am frustrated and helpless to control a situation. It's pretty rare now, but it does happen. I suppose that if I were being spanked against my will, or unfairly, or if I really didn't want it and was being forced, then I might cry. But that has never been the case. I know that if I have to, I can always call a halt. And since I am almost always a willing and enthusiastic participant, tears are highly unlikely.

Spanking Around the World

A nearby community recently had a weekend of multicultural events to showcase the traditions of various peoples who had moved from their homelands to Canada.

The events were advertised on a local radio station, and although I wasn't listening carefully, the demonstrations included:

Chinese Lion dancing
Irish dancing
Belly dancing
Highland dancing
Flogging

Flogging? What ethnic group would be doing flogging? It would be worth going to find out. What a fun day trip!

On second thought, do you think it's clogging?

Erotica for Sale

Last weekend I decided to look over my collection of erotica. There was a time when I could only buy adult books at one store I knew of, so whenever I had the chance, I'd check the erotica section and grab books with likely-looking titles. Back then, even a page about spanking made the book worth it. I never got around to reading most of them so I wanted to see if they were worth reading or if I even needed to keep them, since I can read about spanking on the internet as often as I please.

Now I have a little pile of discarded paperbacks with yellowed pages, mostly Victorian-style porn with little or no spanking in them. But what to do with these books? I guess I can bundle them up and put them out for the next CP Pickup.

It's too bad we can't have an online erotica auction, so we could all donate our outgrown implements, role-play outfits, books and restraints. The profits could go to some worthwhile cause, like making the public aware of the benefits of spanking.

The Carrot or the Stick

I have been ruminating lately over the value of administering spankings as motivation to achieve goals and as punishment for failure to achieve them.

About three years ago I was working very hard to prepare for an exam. I knew the actual date of the exam months ahead, and in order to cover all the material, I needed to be very organized and motivated. To assist me, I prepared charts of exactly what I needed to do each week, and kept all the charts in a binder so I could see my progress over the months.

I allocated some time first thing each morning to devote to studying, and I also set myself a target starting time. As the exam drew nearer the starting time got earlier and earlier. For each day that I was seated, coffee in hand and ready to work, at the predetermined time, I gave myself a sticker at the top of the column for that day. At the end of the week I could look back and see how often I had been ready to start on time.

I wonder what would have happened if, instead of being rewarded for starting on time, I had been punished each time I was late? Would I have been as motivated if I had been threatened with a spanking instead of enticed with a sticker?

It sounds silly to get excited over a little sticker that I gave myself, but that small reward made me smile and encouraged me. Would there have been a reason to punish me for failure? Ron didn't care if I studied or not. It wasn't up to him to control my work habits. My real punishment would have been failing the exam, and I wasn't going to even consider that possibility.

Animals learn more quickly and are eager to please when they are given positive rather than negative reinforcement. Why wouldn't it work that way for people? Maybe if I had been offered a spanking as a reward for being on time, say, five days out of seven, that might have worked as well as stickers.

50,000 Hits

Today my stats counter topped 50,000 hits. This blog has been around for less than six months, and I think it's wonderful that I have had so many visitors in such a short time.
Thank you, dear readers, for being out there. You've come from one of 99 countries to see what I'm up to. Whether you are a daily visitor or this is your first time here, you're very important to me.
I'm also grateful to the more well-established bloggers who send readers here from time to time, and to everyone who has a link to me on their blog.

Blogging is the best!
Hugs,
Hermione

Spank for Your Health

It's official. The BBC revealed that the National Health Service has identified energetic sex as a way to keep in shape. "Sex with a little energy and imagination provides a workout worthy of an athlete." That sounds like spanking to me.

We all know about the physical benefits we get from our favourite aerobic activity. Now we can feel confident that an official study confirms what we have known all along.

Spanking is good for you!

Salad Anyone?

We enjoy watching reruns of an American comedy show called Everybody Loves Raymond. In most episodes, whenever a scene takes place in the in-laws' kitchen, I always notice a large salad fork and spoon (aka spanking implements) hanging on the wall. In fact, they were featured in one episode, when it was revealed that they had been a wedding present and had hung on the wall for 40 years.

Recently I saw a very early episode, and immediately realized that the spoon and fork were different. I pointed this out, and from then on we watched for them. Ron finally agreed that they did indeed change over time.

"Who besides you would ever notice that?" he asked me.
"I know lots of people who would have noticed," I replied.

"Oh? Who?" Ron reached for a glass in front of him and took a sip.

"Anyone who thinks of them as spanking implements."

Ron choked and sputtered on his drink.

This site I found will prove that I'm not the only one who enjoyed watching the changing of the implements.

Thoroughly Topped

Recently I must confess I was having some doubts about Ron's commitment to spanking. In fact, I had started to wonder if he might actually be vanilla. Then last weekend he managed to convince me that he was an extremely proficient and committed Top.

It all started the day Ron cancelled our regular date; other matters were more pressing. I understood, but wondered why he hadn't scheduled an alternate day and time. The next day came and went - no spanking. I hinted at it the following evening, to no avail. I then sent another hint as part of an email reply to him. Still nothing, but I gave it yet another day to give him a chance to make it look like his idea. No luck. I started to wonder if he had lost interest in my bottom, and spent a night silently calling him every name under the sun, including the V-word.

The next morning while I was showering I remembered all the great advice that you, my dear friends, had given me. Tell him what you want. Men aren't at all intuitive. he can't read your mind. Well, I thought I had been pretty direct, but I'd give it one more try.

At breakfast Ron asked me if I had slept well.
 
"No."
"Why not?"

"I was awake fretting. I wanted a spanking last night and you didn't read my mind."

Ron smiled at that, and so did I as I continued.

"We missed our date last week and I'm overdue for one."

He thought a minute, then teased, "I don't know if I can fit you in. There's a lot of gardening to do."
We both laughed and I knew I had made my point.
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While we were fixing dinner together, Ron said, "I think I'd better get out the buggy whip."

"Dressage whip."
"Whatever. But I don't even know where it is."
"Behind the door in your study."

Aaargh! Why had I said that? I remembered that whip well and I dreaded it. My chest tightened and I struggled to breathe. I had lost my appetite. But I so wanted to feel it on my bare skin again.

Later that evening, Ron went on up ahead of me while I turned out the lights and tried to control the assorted fluttering things in my tummy. When I walked into the bedroom my husband was standing at the foot of the bed, dressage whip in hand. This was very different. I felt unsure of what to do next.

"Where do you want me?"

He motioned towards the bed, so I slipped off my robe, removed my panties and bent over the end of it.

"That will do nicely," Ron said. He didn't keep me waiting; the whip sizzled through the air and landed right on target. Ow! It was worse than I remembered. After three strokes I couldn't take any more needed him to stop now what was I doing there I must be crazy it hurts too much.

"is it all right?" Ron asked. I stupidly bravely replied, "Yes." Another stroke, and I squealed, "Ouch! It hurts!"

"Do you want the paddle instead?"

A reprieve. "Yes, the paddle, then finish with the whip." At least that would delay the inevitable for a while. I stayed in position while Ron put down the whip, opened the drawer and returned with a leather paddle. 

It was not much of a reprieve. He hit hard and fast. This was nothing like the sensuous spanking I usually got. The man meant business. The pauses for rubbing were brief, and the spanking in between them went on and on. I was intoxicated with the pain, inhaling it, absorbing it.

Ron put down the paddle, took my arm and pulled me upright. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me downward until I was kneeling in front of him, and I rewarded him for being so good to me. Then when he helped me to my feet I assumed it was my turn. I scrambled across the bed, stretched out and waited for him to join me. 

I had forgotten about the whip. But Ron hadn't. He stood beside me, raised his arm, and I lay flat on my tummy and took the strokes. They were still hard and biting, but now they felt very, very good. Several times the whip cracked across my bottom, then the tip tickled the top of my head. What was this? A playful whipping? I looked up and smiled. Ron continued the pattern; he gave me some hard, fast strokes, then ruffled my hair. I don't know how long it might have gone on, but when he saw that the whip had done some damage to the skin, it was over.

I was totally drained, and so contented. My bottom felt like it was on fire, and I was incapable of moving. I remained where I was while Ron put away the toys, locked up the house for the night and turned out the lights. I slept for a couple of hours, then woke up, felt the welts, and rummaged in my bedside drawer for the arnica. I'd have to wait till morning to inspect the damage.

The next day, I was very glad I didn't have to go to work and sit as a desk. My bottom was still burning, but I was able to keep myself busy and only sat down for meals. I had a few marks on each cheek where the whip had bitten, and applied arnica frequently. We spent a companionable day together doing things around the house, although I was walking a little stiffly.

I was also wondering if that was it for the weekend, or if Ron was going to keep our regular date the following day. I really didn't want to be spanked again so soon, but it was his call. I had to wait for my answer until the usual appointed hour. Then I heard "it's time." I guessed I was in for spanking number two.

This time, it was back to the usual, comfortable routine. Ron used the same leather paddle as before, but it was once again erotic and sensuous. He stayed well clear of the marks, aiming low on my buttocks and producing extremely pleasant sensations. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm and I rolled my hips to meet the paddle on each downward arc. There was leisurely rubbing in between, and Ron's fingers caressed other places, finally giving me the release I needed. 

As he held me close afterward, Ron murmured, "Your bum is so bruised."

"It's not so bad. I'm using arnica. They'll be gone in no time."

"You'll need Twenty Mule Team Borax to make those go away."

My funny Top.

P.S. The dressage whip is now kept in the bedroom, in plain sight.

Us

"We are here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is."

- Mark Vonnegut

Bicycle Spanking

Did you know that BMX is the newest, coolest Olympic event? Olympic spanking can't be far behind. Why not combine them?

For the ultimate spanking experience, try it over rough terrain on a Kink BMX. The Kink Whip model is especially recommended.

For bicycling or bondage, how about the S&M frame?

And for an everyday workout that includes discomfort to the buttockal area, a Spank bike is just what you need.

Survey Says

Everything you always wanted to know about me and my favourite pastime.

Spanking Survey
Have you ever gotten spanked?:	Let me think ..... yes
Do you like to be spanked?:	I love it
Are you bad?:	No, I'm very good
Are you spanked over your pants or pants and undies pulled down?:	On the bare
What is your favorite thing about spanking?:	The sound
Do you get spanked hard?:	Sometimes
What position are you in when getting spanked?:	Face down, bottom up
What do you like to be spanked with?:	Anything made of leather
Do you all get spanked?:	No, just me
Who spanks you?:	My husband
How long does the spanking last?:	Until it's over
When is the last time you got spanked?:	Sunday
Do you spank yourself?:	No
Do you have a spanking fetish?:	I sure do
After your spanking is over do you still act bratty later on?:	I never act bratty
How hard do you get spanked?:	Hard enough to hurt
Have you ever gotten your butt belted?:	Oh yes
Have you ever gotten your butt paddled?:	Many times
Have you ever gotten spanked in public?:	No
What do you get spanked with the most?:	A leather or wooden paddle
On a scale of 1-10 how much does the spanking hurt?:	That depends on a lot of things, but at least 4
Do you feel you deserve it?:	Certainly
What do you get spanked for?:	Being good
How many times have you gotten spanked?:	I've lost count
How many times does the spanker spank you during the spanking?:	As many times as he wants to
What do you do to deserve them?:	I have a cute derriere
Have you ever gotten spanked in front of your friends?:	Not as an adult
Have you ever gotten you butt caned?:	Yes
Do you like the pain of the spanking?:	Yum!
Have you ever gotten spanked with a wooden spoon?:	Yes
Have you ever gotten spanked with a hairbrush?:	No
Have you ever asked to be spanked for something you did wrong?:	Yes, but it didn't work
Is spanking a big part of your everyday life?:	Sure is
Do you get spanked more than once a day?:	No
How often do you get spanked?:	Once or twice a week
Is your butt red and sore afterwards?:	Yes
Do you get spanked gently or hard?:	Hard
Have you ever gotten spanked with a sneaker?:	No
Do you believe in spanking?:	I believe!
Have you ever been spanked so hard that you started to cry?:	No
At What age did you start getting spanked?:	As an adult - at 23
Do you still get spanked?:	Frequently
Do you think that spanking is a good punishment?:	It's not a deterrent
Have you ever gotten spanked for swearing?:	No
Do you think spanking is fun?:	Great fun
What does the spanker say to you before your spanking?:	"It's time"
Have you ever gotten spanked for getting bad grades?:	Bad grades? You must be kidding!
Have you ever gotten a spanking for no reason at all?:	Sure
Have you ever gotten spanked by a teacher?:	No, but one wanted to
Is your butt spankable?:	My husband thinks so
Who spanks you the most?:	My husband
Is spanking your hobby?:	It's more like a vocation
Do you want a spanking right now?:	Yes, please
Do you get lectured during the spanking?:	No
Have you ever gotten spanked with your butt in the air?:	Yes
Have you ever gotten spanked so hard your butt was swollen?:	No
Have you ever watched someone else you know getting spanked?:	No
Do you hate spankings?:	Get real
Have you ever spanked someone?:	Only dolls and teddy bears
Did they learn their lesson?:	No
How many people spank you?:	One at a time
Is spanking allowed in your family?:	It's highly recommended
Have you ever been spanked with more than one spanking instrument?:	Yes
Have you ever gotten spanked for lying?:	No
Have you ever gotten spanked for cursing?:	Isn't that the same as swearing? See above
Take this survey | Find more surveys Bzoink - The Original Survey Site

Signals

My husband Ron is well-educated, articulate and a voracious reader. He has a wicked sense of humour and is as good as I am at finding typos in the local paper. But he is a man of few words, preferring to use gestures whenever he can.

If the TV remote is out of his reach, he'll use hand signals to prompt me to change the channel. If I put his mug down with the handle turned the wrong way, he'll indicate with his finger which way it should be turned. When I back out of the driveway, he watches from the window and waves his arms wildly, but I respond with a cheery wave to that! When he mows the grass and I have missed one of the doggie gifts on the lawn, he stops and raises one arm in the air. That's my cue to come and remove the obstacle, if I happen to be outside too. I usually manage to be somewhere else, though. A slap on my bottom means that bedtime will be earlier than usual.

That had been the signal on this particular occasion. Ron carefully examined the new aqua lace panties that I modeled for him, noticing that they scarcely covered my bottom. Once the panties were removed, along with other bits of clothing, we hopped into bed. Ron immediately reached for the Littledeer maple paddle. I was feeling a bit naughty so I opened my eyes wide in mock horror, with a little smile. I was trying to let him know I wanted more cuddling and a little warmup first.

Ron frowned, but I could see a smile lurking. He gave me a light tap on the shoulder with the paddle. I giggled. I knew that it meant "head down, bottom up!" so I quickly got into position over a pillow, still giggling.

The first whack of the paddle stopped my laughter, but I kept on smiling for a while longer. This was fun! I wiggled to try to evade the swats, but the paddle kept right on target. The fun continued for both of us until Ron put the paddle aside and used his hands first to tell me how much he loved me, and then to show me how I could please him.

After, I curled up in Ron's arms and thought of the needlepoint picture that hangs on a wall downstairs:
Give me a friend with whom I can be silent.

Too Hot to Handle

There's an interesting radio program on the CBC called Between You and Me that addresses various aspects of sexuality. The episode on Kink was deemed to be inappropriate to air on the radio, but luckily it is available as a podcast. You'll find the download under the heading "Too Hot for our Timeslot".

The half-hour exploration of various aspects of non-vanilla lifestyles ends with the decision that weirdness is in the eye of the beholder, and asks the question: what exactly is kink? Innocent play? Fun dress up? A slippery slope? Childhood trauma? A cause for concern? Nobody's business?