Trick or Treat

This beautifully-carved pumpkin is a spanking good treat from Asylum.

In case you are wondering who the model was, she's none other than Ice-T's wife Coco.Check out the link for more bottom shots!

Happy Hallowe'en, everyone!

24 / 7

One weekend not so long ago we decided to try spanking 24/7. It's not what you're thinking; it wasn't all spanking, all the time. (A girl's gotta eat and sleep too!)

What we did was this. Ron selected seven implements, then spanked me twenty-four times with each one. He lined up his favourites on the bed: the dogging bat, black leather strap, round leather paddle, riding crop, wooden spoon, shoehorn and wooden paddle. Then he invited me to bend over the end of the bed after removing the clothing covering the lower half of my body.

Ron picked up the riding crop and asked, "Who's going to count? You or me?"

"I will," I volunteered. Do you want me to count out loud?"

"No, just count" and we were off. The crop provided a nice sting, just right for a warmup. Twenty-four came, and Ron didn't stop, so I thought I'd let him carry on while I enjoyed the sensation. He noticed eventually.

"Where are we?"

"Thirty-five."

"Never mind. I'll count. Somebody's got to do it right." Ron tossed the riding crop into the corner behind me. It hit the wall with a crash.

The next implement was the black leather strap. That packed a good wallop, and I was in a hurry for it to be over as soon as I felt the first four blows.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four," I gasped.

"No, no, I'm counting," Ron argued, then carried on for twenty more hard strokes. Oh well, it was worth a try.

And so it went, through the remaining implements in the stack. Some, like the shoehorn, were applied quickly and lightly. For others, the rhythm was slow, the impacts solid. And always, the clatter of the implement landing on its mates in an ever-increasing pile.

The round leather paddle did its job admirably as the seventh and final  implement to roughly caress my bottom. Then I was allowed to stand up, and Ron smiled and gave me a big hug. He hadn't tossed the paddle aside, and used the opportunity to administer a few extra taps on my throbbing bottom. I jumped away, then laughed.

"I enjoyed that."

"Good. How about another round of each?"

"No, that's okay. Maybe next time."

Ron and I both thoroughly enjoyed this special session, and he has promised we would do it again soon. For the next time, I asked him to use a completely different selection of implements. Yes, we have that many!

I can't wait. 

Friday Fail

These three athletes are too intent on competing in their chosen sport to notice that they are leaving themselves open for a good spanking.

The Power of Touch

Scientists have discovered something that we spankos have known for years: touching relieves pain.

British researchers at University College London have found that grabbing your toe or finger after it has sustained an injury provides immediate relief. Their conclusion was that touching the aching area relieves pain by changing the way the body is represented in the brain.

Oh. So that's why we rub our bottoms after a spanking.

I wonder what they spent on that study. They could have saved a lot of money by just asking spanking enthusiasts.

Bargain Implements

You never know what you might find in a thrift shop. I can never resist a bargain!

Never Spank a Blonde

Last week Ron had a visit from an old friend I'll call Brenda. She brought him a small gift for his birthday and they had a friendly chat over coffee.

That evening Ron told me Brenda's latest news about her family, their vacation, home renovations and other odds and ends.

"They aren't doing the spanking thing," Ron said, as casually as he had mentioned her daughter's graduation.

"Oh."  He had caught me off guard before with his references to spanking and our friends. I knew he was fibbing, so I played along.

"No? Too bad." I paused, pretending I was considering the situation. "So, did Allen try to spank her? What did she think about it?"

"It's not going to happen," Ron replied, deadpan. Then I caught his eye and we both burst out laughing. The mental picture of sweet, gentle Allen spanking his bossy, domineering blond wife was a delightful one. 

But you know what they say:

never spank a blonde.

From the Top Shelf - Tai-Pan II

James Clavell understood that good spanking scenes enhance a novel tremendously. This selection from Tai-Pan is a winner!

To set the scene, the Tai-Pan, Struan, was going out for the evening to a gathering that included a beautiful woman May-may considered her rival. Chinese May-may dressed herself from head to toe in opulent Western garments, with elaborate makeup and coiffure. The result was ludicrous, as she realized as she saw the horrified look on Struan's face. She retreated in hysterics and Struan went to the party alone. Upon his return, he must deal with her humiliation. (A note about the dialogue. May-may's way of speaking is an interesting mixture of broken Scottish and English.)

"This slave begs you to forgive her. This slave--"

"You're na a slave and never have been. Now, there's nothing to forgive, lass, so off to bed."

...She fell onto her knees and kowtowed. "This slave has nae face before her lord and owner. She cannot live here. Please to sell!"

"Get up!" Struan's face tightened.

She rose. Her face was shadowed and ethereal.

"You're na for sale because no one owns you. You will stay here. You have na offended me. You surprised me, that's all European clothes do na suit you. The clothes you wear I like. And I like you as you are. But if you dinna want to stay here, you're free to leave."

"Please to sell. This is your slave. Until an owner sells, a slave cannot go."

...Struan realized that it was useless to argue or reason with May-may. You canna treat her as a European, he told himself. Deal with her as though you're Chinese. But how's that? I dinna ken. Treat her as a woman, he ordered himself, deciding on a tactic.

He exploded with pretended rage. "You are a miserable slave, by God! And I've a mind to sell you into the Street of the Blue Lanterns," he shouted, naming the worst of the seamen's streets in Macao, "though who'd want to buy a dirty baggage slave like you I dinna ken. You're nothing but trouble and I've a mind to give you to the lepers... You're worthless! How I've put up with you all these years I dinna ken." He shook his fist in her face and she recoiled. "Am I na good to you? Eh? Generous? Eh? Eh?" he roared, and was pleased to detect fear in her eyes. "Well?"

"Yes, lord," she whispered, biting her lips.

"You dare to get clothes made behind my back and dare to wear then wi'out my approval, by God? Well, do you?"

"Yes, lord."

"I'll sell you tomorrow. I've a mind to throw you out now, you miserable motherless whore! Kowtow! Go on, kowtow, by God!"

She blanched at his fury and kowtowed quickly.

"Now keep kowtowing until I come back."

He stormed out of the room, and went into the garden. He jerked out his knife and selected a thin bamboo from a newly planted grove. He cut it and slashed the air and rushed back into the living room.

"Take your clothes off, you miserable slave! I'm going to flog you till my arm hurts."

Trembling, she stripped. He seized the dress from her hand and threw it aside.

"Lie down there." He pointed to the ottoman.

She did as he ordered. "Please no to whip me too hard--I'm two months with child." She buried her head in the ottoman.

Struan wanted to take her in his arms, but he knew that this would make him lose face in front of her. And a whipping was the only way to give her back her dignity.

So he slashed her buttocks with the bamboo. Hard enough to hurt, but not to damage. Soon she was crying out and weeping and squirming, but he kept on. Twice he deliberately missed her and slashed the leather violently, so that the noise was terrifying, for the benefit of Lim Din and Ah Sam who he knew would be listening.

After ten blows he paused and told her to stay where she was, and went over to the brandy bottle. He drank deeply, hurled the bottle against the wall, and resumed the whipping. But always with great care.

Finally he stopped and dragged her up by the hair. "Put on your clothes, you miserable slave!" When she was dressed, he bellowed, "Lim Din! Ah Sam!"

They were trembling at the door in an instant.

"Get food!" He hurled the bamboo at the side of the door and turned back to May-may.

"Clean yoursel' and come back here. Thirty seconds or I'll start all over again."

The food came with incredible speed and Struan allowed himself to be served by May-may. She whimpered with pain and he shouted, "shut up or I'll whip you forever!"

Then he fell silent, ominously, and ate, letting the quiet torture them.

"Pick the bamboo up!" he screamed as he finished.

May-may fetched the bamboo and handed it to him. "Bed!" he ordered harshly, and Lim Din and Ah Sam fled, secure in the knowledge that the Tai-Pan had forgiven his Tai-tai, who had gained limitless face by enduring his righteous fury.

You Completed the Caption

Prefectdt:
He thinks... "I hope she does not see my signature on the bottom of that painting. I never told her about my artistic period."

RavenRed:
She said: "Have you seen the price for this painting...there...in the bottom right corner?"
He said: "I see the bottom, dear, I see the bottom"

Paddy P:
She: "Well my God, Arthur, look there's that grand spanking new picture of Mary on the bottom shelf."
He: "Ah...so that's Mary's bottom."

SixoftheBest:
He: "Tonight my dear you are going to find yourself in the same position, with your dress raised waist high, your knickers down around your ankles, and a pliable stinging cane that I intend to use, will descend painfully upon your bare bottom."
 
Bonnie:
She: "Fine art lifts the spirit."
He: "Um, yeah, spirit..."

Ronnie:
She: "Charles, wouldn't that picture of the lady look lovely in the sitting room."
He: "Yes Mary, I could sit and look at it for hours."

Mick:
She: "I can never make out these impressionistic images. What does it look like to you?"
He: "A full moon, perhaps?"

Tommyspt:
She: "I love that painting, it has such lovely lines."
He: "Yes dear, we certainly both agree on that."

Karl Friedrich Gauss
He: "I thought you said that picture you posed for would never be seen outside the artist's home."

Kaki:
He: "Dear, doesn't that look a lot like you?
She: "Umm, no, I don't think so."
He: "She looks just like you did in college and has the same heart-shaped birth mark on the bottom of her left cheek just like you."


For a peek at more interesting captions for this picture, click here.

Complete the Caption

The woman in the picture is examining something in the window, and talking to the man beside her. He has his eyes on something completely different. It looks like a bare bottom!


What are they saying? Complete the caption with a "She said, he said" and I will share your creativity tomorrow.

A Well-Executed Smack

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Why does Jell-o come to mind? A big "thank you" to Ron who sent me this little beauty. I told him a lot of other bloggers would be posting this picture too, but it's so nice I couldn't resist.  When it comes to smacks, the more the merrier.

Love Our Lurkers Day

We bloggers love our lurkers, and if you are someone who reads but never comments, today is just for you! It's Love our Lurkers Day, instigated once again by our good friend Bonnie.


Every day, hundreds of readers visit Hermione's Heart, yet only a small number of them leave a comment. I wish I could get to know every reader a little better. If you have never left a comment before, why not do it now? You don't need a logon ID or a Blogger account; you can choose the anonymous option.

Don't  know what to say? Hello is fine. Tell me what the weather is like today where you are, what country you live in, or what you had for breakfast. Anything that you want to share would be great. You don't have to talk about spanking, but if you do, so much the better.

I would really love to hear from you.

Our Club Insignia?

You are probably all familiar with this gold image of Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankahmen with his symbols of authority, the crook and flail.

A flail is an agricultural tool used for threshing to separate grains from their husks. The flail symbolises the Pharaoh's role as provider of food for his people and the shepherd's crook symbolises his role as the shepherd of his people.

In spanko terms, they are called the cane and flogger.

Some years ago, when the King Tut exhibit came to Canada I, along with thousands of others, went to see the wonders found inside the young king's tomb. Afterward, I stopped at the gift shop to buy a souvenir. I'm not sure why I chose the particular item I did. Perhaps it was the inexpensive price; possibly it was the erotic nature of the item. I selected a small blue and gold pin of the crook and flail. 

I wore the pin on my grey winter coat for several years before it found a new home in my dresser drawer. Seeing King Tut's picture on a recent issue of the National Geographic prompted me to search for the pin. The blue enamel has worn off so the crook looks less like a candy cane and more like a serious implement.

Wouldn't this be an interesting way to indicate to like-minded people that you are a TTWD enthusiast?

A Spanking for Dessert

 

Yesterday evening we were in the process of preparing dinner, and the dogs were being quite rowdy, so they found themselves incarcerated in their crates in another room. The resulting peace and quiet was very nice, and we were able to sit down and enjoy a leisurely dinner of lasagna and red wine.

When we had finished, I made a move to leave the table and set the dogs free.

"Stay where you are," Ron commanded. "They can wait for a little." And so we sat, sipped our wine, and chatted a while. The stolen minutes made our conversation sweeter and more intimate, and there were no interruptions from the canines, who were probably napping peacefully.

When at length we rose from the table, Ron gave my bottom a tentative pat as he headed toward the fridge. I bent over the table as I stacked the plates, and felt a firmer pat.

"Go ahead," I said. "The dogs won't hear you." This was something of an exaggeration. Those pointed ears can detect the crinkle of a potato chip bag from anywhere in the house. However, they were not likely to be upset by the noise at a distance.

Ron resumed his efforts with his open hand, and I felt several substantial swats on my bottom as I held my position while keeping my bosom out of the tomato sauce on the plates.

"That's your dessert," Ron announced triumphantly when he had finished.

I was too full from the delicious meal to want anything more to eat, but there's always room for a spanking.

From the Top Shelf - Tai-Pan

James Clavell's epic novel Tai-Pan - now there's a treasure trove of spanking where I least expected it. I don't remember now whether I read the book before or after I saw the movie, but in any event, there was spanking in both.

Here's a snippet taken from an early chapter. Struan, the Scottish Tai-Pan (supreme ruler) has arrived at the residence of an English courtesan. As he stands, looking out the window, she appears behind him and speaks.

"Hello, Tai-Pan."

Struan spun around, drawing his knife. Mary was standing in a doorway which had been concealed in the wall. She wore a gossamer robe which hid none of her. She had long, fair hair and a dimpled chin; long legs and tiny waist and small, firm breasts.  A priceless piece of carved jade hung from a gold chain around her neck. Mary was studying Struan with a curious, flat smile.

"You can put the knife away, Tai-Pan. You're in no danger." Her voice was calm and mocking.

"You ought to be horsewhipped," he said.

"I know all about whipping, don't you remember?" She motioned to the bedroom. "We'll be more comfortable in here." She went to a bureau and poured brandy into two glasses.

"What's the matter?" she said with the same perverse smile. "Haven't you been in a girl's bedroom before?"

Sadly, this doesn't go anywhere, but it's a nice promise of what is to come.

There has been trouble on the streets, and Struan comes home to find out that May-may, his Chinese mistress, has been out alone. She has returned from the hairdresser with an abundance of gossip to share, but he is angry.

"You'd risk your life to talk to soothsayers and get your hair treated?"  he erupted. "What the hell's the matter with your hair? It's fine as it is!

"That's where I hear rumors. At hairdresser's." She took his hand and made him touch her hair. "There, you see. It is much softer, no?"

"No! It is na! God's death, if you ever leave without telling me where you're going, I'll whack you so hard you will na sit for a week."

"Just try, Tai-Pan, by God," she said and glared back at him.

He grabbed her swiftly and carried her, struggling, to the bed and flung up her robe and petticoats and gave her a smack on her buttocks that hurt his hand and tossed her on the bed. He had never struck her before.

May-may flew off the bed at him and viciously raked at his face with her long nails. A lantern crashed to the floor as Struan upended her again and resumed the spanking. She fought out of his grip, and her nails slashed at his eyes, missing by a fraction of an inch, and scoring his face.

He caught her wrists and turned her over and tore off her rob and underclothes and smashed her bare buttocks with the flat of his hand. She fought back fiercely, shoving an elbow in his groin and clawing at his face again. Mustering all his strength, he pinned her to the bed, but she slipped her head free and sank her teeth into his forearm. He gasped from the pain and slashed her buttocks again with the flat of his free hand.

"By God, you'll never bite me again," he said through clenched teeth. Her teeth sank deeper, but he deliberately did not pull his arm away. The pain made his eyes water, but he smashed May-may harder and harder and harder, always on her buttocks, until his hand hurt. At last she released her teeth.

"Don't--no more--please--please," she whimpered, and wept into the pillow, defenseless.

Struan caught his breath. "Now say you're sorry for going out without permission."

Her mottled, inflamed buttocks tightened and she flinched against the expected blow, but he had not raised his hand. He knew that the spirit of a thoroughbred must only be tamed, never broken. "I'll give you three seconds."

"I'm sorry--sorry. You hurt me, you hurt me," she sobbed. 

There's more to come next week.

You Completed the Caption for Vintage III

Ronnie said: "Yes, but suppose hubby finds it out that I've spent my month's housekeeping allowance. You know he'll administer the maid's carpet beater to my bottom.

Prefectdt said: "Yes, but suppose hubby finds it out about me spending all my time phoning spanking pay per minute phone lines."

SixoftheBest said: "Yes, but suppose hubby finds it out that tonight I've invited 'six of the best', over to my house, and he has promised me I am going to have a spanking good time, by having my knickers taken down, for a good caning, on the bare bottom."

Hermione said: "Yes, but suppose hubby finds it out that I've been writing for a naughty magazine called The Pearl. He'll want a free subscription."


Thank you all for participating.

Complete the Caption for Vintage Photo III

What could this lady have in mind that she doesn't want her husband to know about? Could it possibly involve, oh, I don't know, maybe a spanking? Giving or receiving? That's up to you.

Tell us what you think is going on in this photo. I will publish your responses tomorrow.

Friday Fail

These positions are too improbable to work for spankings.

Or are  they?

Victorian Souvenirs VIII

This is the last of the sketches from Souvenirs of a Boarding School.

It seems that two ladies have wandered into a farmyard, and well-dressed farm workers are spanking them for trespassing.

We close with an exotic flagellation scene. Gotta love those pantaloons!

A Beverage for Bottoms

Last week I was on my way to a meeting and stopped to pick up a beverage on the way. I saw a new assortment of flavoured water that I hadn't tried before so I chose this one.

It wasn't until I got bored during the meeting and looked around for something to occupy my mind that I started reading the print on the bottle. Here's a closeup of the flavour I chose.

Out of eight different flavours, I chose the kinky one. It figures.