When I posted this picture, I was in no condition to elaborate. Now that the glow has passed I thought you might like to know the details about that particular spanking.
The weather wasn't quite as hot as it had been, but even with air conditioning the bedroom was still too warm. We discussed how close we wanted to be to one another, and Ron decided he wanted me bent over the foot of the bed. While I stacked the pillows he opened the implement drawer.
"What would you like?" then he held up the maple paddle. I shivered and nodded. It was one of the ouchier weapons in the arsenal.
"Something else?" Ron looked at me. "Something in leather?" He reached toward the group of leather implements hanging from the bedpost.
"The black one." The long black strap also imparted considerable sting. Black Beauty joined the maple paddle on the bed.
Ron wasn't in a hurry to start spanking. He kissed me gently, then placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees for a little of what Spanky calls toast buttering. I eagerly complied until Ron pushed me away and helped me to my feet. He picked up the wooden paddle, held it up for me to see, and waved it in the direction of the pillows, gesturing for me to assume the position.
I did so, and felt wood lightly brush my right cheek, then whack! The paddle connected with my bare skin, and a second swat quickly seared my left cheek. The swats continued, alternating left and right, and I squeaked and gasped after each one.
I got a brief moment of relief when Ron paused to stroke my stinging bottom, then returned to paddling. I was getting pretty uncomfortable and was glad of another brief hiatus, until I heard him change implements. It was time for the strap. I was already quite sore, and when the leather connected with my flesh I knew Ron was in one of his no-nonsense moods. During the pauses in between sets, he gently stroked and rubbed my posterior, but made no move to tease my intimate area. He was focused on the job at hand, and was very thorough, making up for the length of time since my last spanking.
At last Ron decided I had had enough.
"Now finish what you started," he ordered, and before I had a chance to rub my sore bottom, I found myself on my knees again, for another round of buttering the toast. After a few minutes of that I was lifted to my feet as my husband had another idea.
"Over the bed. Without the pillows," and with one hand Ron bent me forward while with the other he moved the pillows out of the way. Then he entered me from behind, and we both quickly reached a happy ending, then collapsed on the bed.
After we had recovered somewhat, I kissed Ron and gave him my assessment.
"That was a nine and a half."
"Oh? Why not a ten?"
"Ten was the dressage whip."
"Oh, okay... where did I put that anyway?"
I recalled what had happened the last time he asked me that question, and had to think quickly. Should I tell him, or pretend I didn't know?
There's a commercial on television at the moment that looks like a DD encounter to me.
A couple is sitting in a car. He's driving. She's eating cookies.
He: What happened to the no cookie rule?
She: These don't count.
He: So you reinvented the no cookie rule?
She: These are Dare Simple Pleasures. No trans fats, no cholesterol.
He: So you reinvented the rule.
She: No I didn't.
He: Yes you did.
She: No I didn't.
He: Yes you did.
He turns and gives her a look that clearly says "you're in for a spanking when we get home". Her expression changes. She looks worried and knows she's in trouble.
This tasty combination of marshmallow centre, delicious cookie base and real chocolate coating has been pleasing kinky Canadians for over 75 years! Available in three flavours: original dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and strawberry.
Spanko breadcrumbs are perfect for coating fish, chicken, and well-paddled bottoms. The light crunch you'll hear when you sit is an excellent reminder of your latest spanking.
You'll find them on your grocer's shelf, next to the licorice whips.
This candy bar is advertised on television as being "perfectly whipped".
That made me wonder. Is it the candy that's perfectly whipped? Or were the people responsible for its preparation perfectly whipped, so that no inaccuracies in measurement, or sloppiness in wrapping, would ever occur? Or was a perfect whipping their reward for inventing this lighter version of a peanut butter cup?
Lyrics used in the television commercial for this delicious treat are from the song Let it Whip by Dazz Band.
Ooh hoo! So let it whip Whip it, baby Child Let's whip it right
My last post was a little appetizer to prepare you for spanko food appreciation week here at Hermione's Heart.
Food - like spanking - is never far from my mind. I have gathered a few items at the grocery store that might make you think of spanking, and I'll share them with you over the next few days.
To get things started, here are two pictures that I thought were funny, although they don't have anything to do with bottom-warming.
It was a rare sunny evening and we were taking full advantage of it. Ron was outside barbecuing steak and veggies while I took care of the other dinner preparations indoors.
The sunshine was making us both a little giddy, I suppose. I went to the door to see how Ron was doing, and waved. He gave me the finger. Oh yeah? I gave him back the same gesture. He grinned and repeated it with both hands.
This called for an escalation of tactics. I was wearing a t-shirt with nothing underneath, so I lifted it to show him my exposed breasts. Another grin from my barbecue expert.
I turned around, hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my shorts and panties, and pulled them down. Luckily I hadn't tied the drawstring on the shorts, and they easily slid down to my knees. I bent over and mooned the chef, then looked back to see the reaction.
Ron shook his finger at me. I covered up again, pleased with the appetizers I had served him before dinner.
Have you ever felt this way after a spanking? That's how I feel right now. The weather has been too hot and humid for spanking or any other intimate activities for the past few days. But the temperature finally dropped to a comfortable level, and yesterday Ron made up for lost time, and then some!
A model who will be caned six times in Malaysia next week for drinking beer appealed Thursday for her punishment to be carried out in public to deter other Muslims.
Kartika Sari Dewi Shukarno, 32, was also fined 5,000 ringgit (1,400 dollars) last month after she pleaded guilty to drinking alcohol at a hotel nightclub in the eastern state of Pahang last year.
She will be the first woman in the multicultural country to be caned under Islamic law, with the punishment set to be meted out in a female prison.
But the Malaysian mother of two, who lives in neighbouring Singapore, said Thursday that she wanted to be caned publicly.
"It will be a more effective way to educate Muslims not to drink if I am caned in public. I want to send this message to other Muslims and I am sincere," Kartika told AFP.
"I am willing to be caned publicly or in front of a mosque, but the prosecutor has told my dad today that this cannot be done. I also requested for journalists to witness the caning in prison but it is not allowed."
Kartika, who has lived in Singapore for 15 years after marrying a citizen of the city-state, said she had the support of her parents and husband to be publicly punished.
She denies using her sentencing as a way to boost her part-time modelling career.
"I am not thinking about popularity or modelling, I am only thinking about my religion and want to tell Muslims to stay away from alcohol," she said.
Last Saturday Ron and I went to a flea market. The large room was filled with tables of unwanted treasures. We strolled down the long aisles, pausing now and again to take a closer look at something interesting.
I came to a complete stop at a wooden barrel with some handles protruding from the top. One handle was particularly thick. I grasped it and lifted. What could it be? It was a wooden paddle about two feet long, quite thick, with beveled edges and a contoured surface. It looked suspiciously like a bottom-reddener to me.
"What do you think this is?" I asked Ron, and smiled hopefully at him.
"I don't know."
"Do you think it's a cricket bat? It says 'Made in Pakistan' here on the other side." I grinned even more suggestively at him. "Only twenty-seven dollars."
"Put it down," Ron ordered. "It won't fit in the bedside table."
Sigh.
We moved along, and passed a corner display of military uniforms and other paraphernalia. There was another wooden barrel with more handles protruding. Most looked like ordinary walking sticks, but one thin curved handle looked suspiciously like it belonged to a disciplinary cane. However, I couldn't examine it. Bagpipe music - strongly associated with the military in our country - was coming from a small speaker in the hopes of attracting customers. Ron is not a fan of the pipes, and he quickly led me away.
I later Googled images of cricket bats, and sure enough, that's what I had seen. I suppose I should be glad it wouldn't fit in our implement storage area. It was quite fearsome. Still, maybe a small rack on the wall might be a possibility...
Found in the sports section of a national newspaper:
IOC shakes up paddling program
More women and fewer men will paddle at the 2012 Olympics, the IOC announced yesterday.
The shakeup drew both cheers and groans from the athletes, trainers and organizers.
"That's great," K.F. said. "The more events for women, the better."
Not everyone was as thrilled. Revisions were announced on the IOC website. In 2012, all men's 500-stroke events will be switched to 200 strokes; a women's 200-stroke will be added. Women will compete in five events and men in 11.
M.O., one of Canada's premier paddlers, predicted the changes will dramatically alter the sport. Some men now paddle in both the 500-stroke and 1,000-stroke events. That will end, he said, because the training required for 200 stroke is different from the training needed to prepare for a 1,000-stroke event.
"You are going to see a lot of specialists in one or the other," O. said after winning his heat in the 500-stroke preliminary. "Maybe it will mean better sessions. I'm not sure. I will have to decide whether to concentrate on one or the other. I don't want to be mediocre in both."
This was part of an actual news item about the canoeing and kayaking events. Oh, I might have replaced the word 'metre' with 'stroke' in a few places. A sort of reverse censorship.
Last week we were preparing dinner together. Ron was in charge that night; he was making spaghetti, and had assigned me to mushroom-sauteing duty. For some reason he wasn't happy with the way I was doing it and snapped at me to turn the heat down.
"Yes sir," I answered and did as I was told.
"That's 'yes chef,'" he corrected.
"Yes chef. And will your sous chef get a spanking if she ruins the mushrooms?"
"You don't want to find out."
I have what is known in culinary circles as "chef's fingers" and can handle hot food with my bare hands without minding the discomfort. Taking that analogy one step further, I could say that Ron has "chef's palms" and can easily manage a hot bottom.
I love to find out where in the world my readers are from. Spanked Hortic discovered a wonderful counter that displays the flags of the countries readers come from, and I installed it.
Scroll down to the bottom of this page (or press the END key) and you'll see that I have readers all around the world. Spanking just might be the universal language!
Ron is a fan of country and western music, and there are a few artists from days gone by that he's especially fond of. One of them is Conway Twitty. As Ron explains it, he sings "hurtin' songs" that all have strong sexual connotations. That sounds like a fine definition of the activity I like best - a combination of pain and pleasure.
The other might, Ron loaded one of his favourite cassette tapes into the player. (Yes, we still play cassettes and CDs. Our house is ipod-free.) The song that came on was one that always makes me laugh and think of spanking. After each line, there's a short repeated refrain. As we listened to Conway sing, Ron pointed to me when it was time for the refrain, and I eagerly joined in with "bum, bum, bum."
I told you it was a hurtin' song. Listen to it here, courtesy of Ron. And enjoy the wardrobe and hairstyles.
We were watching a new British show on the Food network the other evening, and between the unfamiliar accents and the poor sound quality, we were having a hard time keeping up with what was being said. In fact, Ron gave up entirely, and started chatting about a subject we had already discussed and put to bed. Or so I thought.
I nodded and answered politely but briefly while straining to understand what Jamie Oliver was telling his group of newbie chefs. After a while my replies became a little sarcastic when Ron just wouldn't take the hint.
"So do you agree with what I'm saying?"
"Yes sir."
"No, really, is that what you think too?"
"Yes sir."
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"No sir."
"You aren't just agreeing with me because you know that if you disagree, I won't punish you?"
What? Did he just use the P word? That's a word that is rarely used around here. He finally had my undivided attention.
"Do you mean that if I agree with you, you'll spank me?"
"Nope."
"Oh, then if I disagree with you, you'll spank me."
In my Canada Day post I displayed an assortment of dishes that are uniquely Canadian, but as a reader pointed out, I omitted one treat that is synonymous with Canada - the beavertail.
This yummy delight comes in two forms. The first is a delicious, sweet pastry, similar to a yeast doughnut, deep-fried and topped with sugar.
When President Obama visited Canada recently, he went in search of this delicacy, and to his delight, was able to sample the American version - an Obamatail.
The second and less common form is the actual tail of Canada's official animal, simmered till tender, then peeled and eaten. (Sorry, no photo available.)
Why all this talk about beavertails? Look at the shape of the tail below. Isn't it a perfect spanking implement, minus the attached rodent?
Scientists have identified the specific nerve fibres in the skin that transmit pleasure messages.
This is something different, because for years, they have been investigating what produces the sensation of pain, and how nerves convey that information to the brain.
It seems that, in order for a sensation to be recognized as pleasurable, the skin must be stroked at just the right speed. Too fast or too slow and the pleasure response doesn't happen.
I suppose the same could be said of the stroking that produces pain. Strokes that are too fast (yikes!) or too slow (yawn...) don't produce the same effect as strokes that are just the right number of seconds apart (yum).
Spankos are a creative group of individuals. You came up with some wonderful ideas for a visual tribute to TTWD.
Anonymous - A statue, I think. Larger than life, stone statue.
The statue is of a man sitting on a bench. He's tall, very athletic, with a defined (but not bulky) 12-pack and biceps. His face is ruggedly beautiful, but with ambiguous ethnic features; we don't want him to be of any particular race. His penis is erect, and quite impressive in terms of both size and perfect proportions, but its only visible from a certain angle because most of his lap is occupied by a woman.
Lying over his lap, legs on one side of the bench and upper body on the other, is a woman (since M/F seems to be the most common spanking pairing, that's what the statue should be of). Long hair flowing over her back and down along the sides. She's well-fleshed, voluptuous, with a thick (but not fat) waist, athletic arms and legs, and a face that begs to be kissed. The front of her body is raised slightly off the bench, so you can see her DD sized breasts with firmly erect nipples. Also, this woman's bottom is huge; like, girl-in-rap-music-video huge. Like the man, her features are raceless, though she's got to have the ghetto booty.
The man is holding her down at the lower back with one hand, while the other is raised with a paddle. He's looking down at his charge with an expression that's both stern and lustful. The woman's legs are kicking behind her (which flexes her enormous rear in an appealing way), and her face is turned slightly upward. Her eyelids are fluttering, and her mouth is open either in a scream of pain or a moan of ecstasy. While the statue should not be painted, it would be nice if we could use some darker stone for her butt, especially right at the sit spots, to show that she's already taken a lot of licks from the paddle (but he isn't anywhere near relenting). His penis is pushing hard against her lower waist, making it clear what's going to happen as soon as the spanking is done. Between the crook of her legs (its hard to see in there, but still carved in detail) her clitoris is clearly extended and her vaginal lips heavy with moisture.
As for placement; I could see it working in a grassy park near a fountain (especially if the water is dripping down the two figures. Mmm...). However, realistically, its explicit nature would probably confine it to an erotica museum of some kind. I guess putting it in the entrance hall of a sex museum would be kinda cool, especially if we can have an indoor fountain splashing on it.
Heartzlady - A statue in bronze and silver. He's seated, legs slightly open, the look of love on his face apparent as one fingertip brushes a tear from her cheek.She's kneeling before him, her bottom 'burnished' to a redish hue. Her hair is tossled and her back is straight. She's smiling up at him as he brushes the tear from on cheek and another rests on her lashes. The look of love in her face as she looks up into his face transends the bronze and makes it seem like something you can literally feel.
Greenwoman - Gee what a really fun question Hermione...and thanks by the way for standing in for Bonnie. *smiles* I'm glad you can give her a worry free moment away from her community projects on her blog now and then.
Hmmm...I think that I am creating this thing you speak of...though its not only focused on spanking. Its my blog. I guess that I figure that spanking is a holy part of life. *smiles* Along with all sorts of other activities, both kinky and mundane. Its the collection of art and music, the bringing together of people who comment on the topics I write about and also the attempt to write fearlessly about all sorts of things in my life...even about spanking and my frequent lack of it. *smiles*
But if I had to make a thing that's tangible and not about my blog at all...I think it would be a private thing...it would be the beautiful red bottom that I warmed during a quiet interlude with my submissive...something that can be created over and over again, much to our deep delight.
It's always my pleasure to give Bonnie a helping hand.
Jean Marie - The art would have to be a performance piece, my nude bottom over my lover's knee. The audience would watch my bottom warmed by my lover's hand, hear the smacks and my sighs, see the reddened flesh and my aroused sex... Spanking is too vital and alive to be conveyed in cold marble or flat paint.
D & S - Just three days ago (July 27), there was a photo on freespank.com.ar of a girl, skirt up, panties down to show one of the most gorgeously spankable bottoms we have ever seen; a cane rested on it, ready to make it smart. This could be the basis of a small statuette or figurine ( 12" or so high), cast in silver or bronze, available for sale to those who might like to display it on their mantelpiece, as an indication of their interests, or perhaps a trophy awarded for services or achievements in the spanko world. Fabsterrant - Simply put, a mood inducer and signal to let the play begin. In short a red light bulb that casts a glow of mystique and daring. Shades drawn and melodious rhythm engulfing the passion of the participants in a lusty reddish hue.
Prefectdt - As the soil is my canvas and plants fill my palette, my spanking artwork would be a large stately garden.
It would have to be in a large city, for easy international access for spankos from across the globe. It would have to be on a large (baronial) scale. The entire area would be surrounded by a large embankment planted with woodland trees, as a way to keep outside noise pollution out and the sound of swoosh, crack, ouch in.
Inside the garden would be divided into outdoor rooms by high formal hedges, Vita Sackville-West style. Each room would have a theme such as naturally formed spanking benches from grassy banks, a folly in the form of a Greek temple with a sacrificial alter of pain and plenty of room for chanters, one with plants grafted into shapes that make them living breathing restraint devices, a room with a roman style plunge pool for wet spankings, the possibilities are endless. Also there would be bust, on columns, of iconic spankos, past and present, scattered throughout the entire garden, creating a spanko walk of fame.
The whole thing would be a celebration of outdoor spanking and a must visit at least once in a lifetime for every spanko in the world.
You did say no budget limit, didn't you?
I did indeed! Sarah Jane - I think mine would be quite simple. A copper or brass statue that would stand proudly in a town square or park and would need to be polished by town miscreants with a plaque giving the piece's title, artist, and unveiling date. Tourists would come to town and pose for photos with it, but the townspeople would know that they could be publicly flogged here for breaking simple laws.
The actual piece of art would be smooth and simple - think of those angels without faces - and would be an unclothed womanly figure bent over, touching her toes. She would stand next to a whipping post, and there would be flowers planted behind the two objects, but there would be plenty of flat ground around the front and sides for more practical uses. Ronnie - As money is no object. It would be a room dedicated to TTWD, rich erotic paintings hung around the walls, simple yet beautiful bronze statues in different spanking positions and all our favourite implements would be out on display Of course it would be a private room where only we could go :)
Saffron - Since I occasionally paint...it would be a painting...a LARGE painting of a woman bent over...skirt up, panties down and a man simply in silhouette administering the cane (oh I do so love the cane) and she would have a smile on her face for sure.
In fact...let me go and buy a canvas now!!!!
Where would it be displayed? Houses of parliament of course! grins Hermione - I would create a giant wind chime, with an assortment of implements made from different colours of metal, dangling from an inverted heart. The implements will have been tuned so that when the wind blows, they gently tap one another and produce pleasant sounds. I would erect this sculpture in the busy downtown area where tourists are often found, so any spanko visitors would know they were welcome.
Thank you all for visiting. I'll see you next week at our usual brunch location at My Bottom Smarts.
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