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I would love to work in the same office as this lady. With all the spanking going on, do they ever get any work done?


MyMask: That was the best spanking I have had in a long time. I still can't sit down.

Our Bottoms Burn: It has been a long time since I have seen a waist like hers. I am not sure I like it, but it draws my attention.
BTW, it would be more fun for me if YOU would make up the captions.

You'll find my contribution below.


Bonnie: "I wonder whether the boss will spank me if I use his typewriter as an ashtray."

"This the last time I take fashion advice from Jane Russell."

Daisychain: Okay, I have VPL, I am smoking in his office, I have brought him tea instead of the coffee he asked for, and now, having been late for work all week, have typed the letter all wrong and will send it to the wrong person.... and if he doesn't spank me for all THIS, (*sigh*) I guess I will just have to accept I am working for a vanilla boss...

Kitty: How long until I can sit down comfortably? My ass is killing me!

Anonymous: My boss, wants me to type out Six of the best, one hundred times. Then he is going to raise my skirt, pull down my knickers, and on my bare bottom, give me what he promised.

Six of the Best: The secretary thinks to herself, "I must type out 'six of the best', one hundred times. Then I must raise my dress, pull down my knickers, and on my bare bottom be given 'six of the best', which is what my boss promised."

Simon(e): She'd been thrilled to get the part in "Mad Men" until they told her about the spanking scene.

Ronnie: When he said meet him at the office I thought he meant for a spanking not to type his letters.

Spankedhortic II: 1. "OK, that's the plan typed out. The trip wire gets him when he comes through the door, Sandra holds him down and I paddle the B*****d"

2. "I had better be careful wearing this bra. The last time I turned around too fast, the new office temp lost an eye."

Jean Marie: She thinks to herself, "I'm told that vanilla people have a cigarette after sex... how strange. OMG, my bottom feels glorious (puff)! And didn't Mr. Smith look fantastic when he ordered me over his knee (puff, exhale, puff)! And then that extra touch of rolling up his shirt sleeve before he lowered my panties (PUFF)! I could tell that he liked the view, because there was a slight catch in his voice when he said, "This hurts me more than it does you," just like my dear old Dad used to say... (PUFF, PUFF)

I just wish these torpedo tits hadn't hit him in the eye when he was all through and put me back on my feet. Jeez, I hope I didn't blind him! The company nurse has been in his office a very long time! Maybe he'll spank me again for that, when he's all better (PUFF, PUFF, PUFF)!"

Wordsmith: "Wonder who keeps writing these spanking stories when I'm at lunch..."

Red: Life is wonderful being a woman. Today I get spanked because I made typing errors. However, the future has a machine that corrects errors. but I will be spanked for smoking in the office.

Meow: "Maybe I would make fewer mistakes if I could see the keyboard past these damn pointy tits!"

Bobbie Jo: So now he wants me to start over and that after he has made it impossible for me to sit down! The very nerve of him!

Richardmt: Oh, men! If I were boss of this outfit...

Lea: "It's been a long day at work. I'm ready to go home and receive my stress relief spanking."


Hermione: The boss will spank me if I don't have his letters done by noon. But how do I turn this thing on?


Thank you all for your contributions. I hope to see you back next week for something completely different.

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This secretary seems to be lost in thought. What could she be thinking about?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will share your creative efforts in the next post.

Rosy Outlook

The headline in the Saturday paper - Rosy Outlook - attracted my attention, as did the large, colourful splodge of various rosy hues below it. Was that an artist's impression of a spanked bottom, illustrating an article on our favourite aerobic activity?

Sadly, it wasn't. The article was about hot pink lipstick, and the picture was a collection of smears of various lipstick shades.

Still, it's nice to know that hot pink is in fashion this summer.

What Not to Read

This book was one of the ones that appeared in a recent Huffington Post article entitled 15 Worst Books to read on a Plane.

I wonder why.

Birch for Summer

The hottest new trend this summer is birch.

No, not that kind.


Besides the invaluable role it plays in spankings in the form of paddles and switches, it is also popular on the table. Birch syrup has surpassed maple syrup in popularity as a breakfast topping on pancakes, as well as for glazing meats.

Then there is birch beer, a non-alcoholic beverage similar to root beer.

There is also cooking over a birch wood fire - a good way to dispose of the leftover twigs after a good birching. Other less common ways of cooking with birch include bouillon of steamed birch wood (made by boiling the wood and macerating the branches) and a dessert sorbet made from simmered wood.

The maker of the birch beer summed it up nicely for all of us who enjoy a little birch, saying that it has "a little bit more kick. Once people try it, they really like it."

Musing about Mosquitoes

How come there are so many mosquitoes around when we have had so little rain this month?

How come Ron thinks there are so many in the house, when I never hear them buzzing?

How come they like me best?

How come Ron is always swatting them when they land on me, even before I know they're there?

How come they always land on my bottom?

How come it takes six swats to kill one tiny mosquito?

How come I never see the squashed remains on his hand?

How come I never see the squashed remains on my white shorts?

How come we seem to have mosquitoes in the house until well past Thanksgiving?

Inquiring minds want to know.


Here's Ron's contribution on the subject:

You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you lay on my naked body...you sensed my indifference, so you applied your hungry mouth to me without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me near crazy while you drained me.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

Today when I awoke, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last night's events. My body still bears faint marks of your enthusiastic ravishing, making it all the more difficult to forget you.

Tonight, I will remain awake, waiting for you........






F###ing mosquito!!!!!

From the Top Shelf - Hot for It

Today I have for you another selection from Naughty Bits, an anthology of erotic fiction. "Hot for It", by Jodi Lynn Copeland, is a steamy story about good friends who become lovers for a night, and it's very vanilla, but there are a few spanko scraps.

They have been tumultuously intimate, and are now preparing for round two.  She watches him slowly undress:

"And you thought this was a bad idea," I said smugly.

His smile lost some of its confidence, but he only said, "Just call me dumb-ass."

"Dumb-ass. Now speaking of asses, get yours over here, so I can smack it."

... I brought my fingers to his stomach instead, trailing them reverently along his lusciously defined abs, down the long, lean line of his hips and around to his ass. I gave one taut cheek a swat. His breath drew in sharply and his stomach muscles tightened reflexively.

It seems that turned him on. Does she like it too? Let's see. After some graphic sexual details that I won't bore you with, it's her turn:

"You have a great ass." His voice was back to rough, raspy as he reverted to caveman. Jerking me over onto my hands and knees, he stroked his rough palm across my butt cheeks. "I owe you a swat."

"You wouldn't dare," I gasped, even as I waggled my butt and panted for that very thing.

"I would." He lifted his hand away. "And you'd love it."

I didn't bother to respond, just tightened my cheeks and waited to feel his swat. Waited while my sex throbbed, then leaked juices down my thighs in expectation of his touch.

It never came.

"What the hell are you doing, Jack?"

"Making you come," he said, sounding equally smug and amused.

"It's not working."

"Sure it is.... Is your ass not tingling to feel my hand against it? Is your clit not on fire for release?"

Okay, so maybe it was working.   

And that's all the spanking there was - or wasn't.

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The current heatwave affects some of us in strange ways. Here are your thoughts on this shopping expedition:


Mindset: "Yes, dear, we can put lots of rump roast in this frig!"

Six of the best: Hermione says, "After receiving a 'hot bare butt', I need a cold soothing glass of BUD".

Ronnie: "Does my bum look big next to this?"

Bonnie: "Don't mind me, I'm just verifying that that the freezer is wide enough."

Rogue: I don't think a side by side fridge will work. I need a bottom-freezer to cool off my roasted rump. See?

Wordsmith: Eee luv, the salesm'n were right - beats all the others pants down!

Lea: "How can we be out of ICE?"

Poppy: I hate it when he tells me to take my shorts down - I just know I am going to need some frozen peas soon.

Prefectdt: "We need to get our own toy box luv, the shop assistants are starting to suspect something."

A. Lurker: Hmm . . . lots of room for the rump roast, pork loin, my peaches, frozen peas and ice cubes. Bottom line, what's it gonna cost me?

Michael M: "If you buy this model for me honey, you can have me in this position,any time, any day, for a week. Hell you can make that a month."

Hermione: Nope, white's not for me. I want a stainless steel fridge so I can see my bottom reflected in it.


Thanks for having fun along with me. I feel cooler already! See you next week.

Complete the Caption

Shopping isn't what it used to be. You're liable to see just about anything in the large appliance section.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will publish your speculations in the next sales flyer - er, post.

Seat Slam

I need to preface this story with a little background. Early in our relationship, Ron got the hiccups. No big deal, right? Wrong. To him it was a big deal. After trying for an hour or so to make them stop, he was in a temper. He stormed upstairs and slammed the bedroom door very hard. I was a little shaken by this and wasn't sure what would happen next, but kept out of his way until he eventually emerged, hiccup-free.

The next day I teased him about door-slamming being a new home remedy to cure the hiccups, and from then on, whenever they attacked him, Ron would say jokingly, "I need a door to slam." He never actually did it again, nor has he ever lost his temper over the hiccups since.

Recently I was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, when Ron approached me from behind and delivered a solid whack to my left posterior.

"Ow!" I exclaimed in mock indignation. "What was that for?"

"I have the hiccups," Ron explained. "I didn't want to have to slam a door."

"So?"

His hand connected with my right cheek in an equally forceful manner. "That was a seat slam!"

He's so considerate.

Canes - not just for discipline

Two unrelated news stories involving canes:

Two thieves grabbed an 82-year-old woman's purse as she and a companion were walking along the street. Her 89-year-old friend used her cane to dent the hood of the robbers' car before they could drive away. Police later found the car with the cane marks and based on a description given by the victims, arrested the culprits.

Naughty getaway car!

For the first time ever, England has hosted the European Canne de Combat Championships. Young people from around the world perform acrobatic exercises involving combat with canes. "Some of them can jump in the air and pass the cane between their legs, catch the cane in their other hand and strike you... Then they'll drop down into a full split and spring up and hit you again before you even know what's going on."

Now that's caning!

Wednesday WIN

Today  I want to share some amazing work by designer Fabio Novembre.

His chairs are crafted from moulded polyethylene. Their shapes were created using a 3 dimensional scan of 2 plaster sculptures. In the sculptor's words, "Him & Her are ...the harmony of the two sexes. They assume sculpted forms like naked models of seduction…but they feel no shame.”

What is a Sunburn?

That sounds like a reddened bottom to me. So that's why tops get turned on when they spank us.

From the Top Shelf - Letting Go

I recently went to Chapters and used a gift card to buy Naughty Bits, an anthology of erotic fiction. Published in 2009, it contains a variety of short stories written one or two years prior. It came as a delightful surprise to find snippets of spanking in otherwise vanilla stories. Here, then, are the significant excerpts from one of the stories, "Letting Go" by Sarah McCarty.

Becky stood there, breath shuddering, adrenalin flowing for three uncomprehending seconds until he said, "Bend over."

And the conflagration started again, her mind racing ahead of her actions, picturing how she'd look to him, her hands braced on her bed, her rear thrust back in a purely submissive pose...

Subtle pressure bent her over. She caught her weight on her hands, feeling awkward and vulnerable and as turned on as she'd ever been...

"I've been thinking about this since morning."

It was a struggle to find her voice. "What exactly is 'this'?"

His shadow fell over her as he stood, making her vividly aware of his size, the need to dominate he'd always kept in check for her. The need she'd asked him to let loose. His hands on the waistband  of her sweatpants were cold. She jumped. Her pants and underwear followed the shiver as it snaked down to her toes. "Your ass."

Which told her nothing and suggested everything.

The snap of his fingers against her right cheek had her jumping again. "Push back."

She did.

Another tiny slap, this one so soft it seemed to absorb the sting of the other. In the aftermath, his palm lingered. "You liked that?"

There was no way she could deny it, even if every liberated bone in her body demanded that she do so. Those betraying goosebumps were at it again, telegraphing her delight.

...

She braced her arms on the bed, pushing back further. It wasn't enough. She wanted more... She wanted him to claim her in a totally primitive way that went far deeper than any woman would consider politically correct... She wiggled her hips. A smart sting on her right cheek halted the movement. "Stay still and take it."

Oh God! She bit her lip as the sting melded with the heat burning her from the inside out, feeding it. How had he known? In her dreams he had said things like that to her, did things like that to her, but she'd never told him, never written it down. How had he known this part of her fantasy she'd never dared to confess?

...

"Come for me."

Low, deep and intent, the order didn't leave her any choice. On the next slap she did, bucking and arching her hips for more of whatever he wanted to give her, open to the pleasure, the pain or a combination of the two. Just open...

...

"Take off your clothes," he instructed quietly. "And then climb into bed and close your eyes."

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Howdy, pardners! Let's enjoy some home on the range spanking fun with your captions:


Bonnie: "I'm really over a barrel this time!"

Simon(e): Hermione really regretted complaining that her new drawers made her bottom feel cold.

Season: She shouldn't have laughed at him for being saddle sore after his day on the range. Naughty girl!

Six of the best: She said, "Last night I said I have a 'splitting headache'. Not getting into my 'splitting bloomer's" He said. "Spanks-a-lot".

Sara: He's a cowboy. They're an ornery bunch. End of story!

Red: You forgot to purchase the Harry Potter tickets for the premiere showing....now you will watch a later performance standing.

Meow: Darlin', I told you I wanted "rump roast" when I got home!

Ronnie: "I told you before you never handle a horse like you did today and I hope this spanking will be a reminder."

A. Lurker: How many times do I have to tell you? When we're home on the range, I don't want you playing with the antelopes, dear!!!

Daisychain: "I am just going to spank you hard like this daily for a couple of weeks; that will get your bottom toughened up so riding will be a breeze..."

Bree512: Male: I warned you about what would happen if you threw my favorite hat into the river!

End caption, but let's continue the story....

Male: And this is for me having to chase it all the way down river for hours!

Narrator: Poor Tops. They are always getting their clothes and accesories all wet. (Smirk)

Female: I didn't throw it in the river. A gust of wind suddenly came up and wrenched it from my hand.

Male: Oh really! There was no wind young lady. You should not have taken it anyway. Now the hat is ruined. I can't wear it because it is all bent out of shape and has a hole in it from it being torn by the rocks.

Female: I didn't mean for that to happen. I only wanted to try the hat on. Really!

Male: That maybe so, but you will have to suffer the consequences of your actions. I am going to spank you until your bottom is a size bigger than your bloomers. On second thought, maybe two sizes since these are split-back bloomers.

Female: No! I don't see why I have to be spanked for just trying to have some fun.

Male: Mischief is more like it. Your red glowing bottom will be on display for all to see. Everyone will see what a naughty, disobedient brat you really are.

Female: I am not a brat! You are so mean! Ouch!

Narrator: Tsk! Tsk! This sounds like it is going to be a long hard spanking. Just the way she likes it. Giggles.

Lea: He's saying "I'd be happy to re-create your favorite scene from McClintock!"

Kingspan: What do you get when you cross "Oklahoma" with "Kiss Me, Kate"?

Anonymous: This will teach you not to play around with my six-shooter!

Prefectdt: Spanker sings "Don't try to understand em, just bend and rope and spank em, Raw Hide"

MyMask: The wrangler comes in and says, "Hermoine, I told you that if you did not have your indoor chores done, before I finished mine, this is what was going to happen. Now go find me a switch."

Hermione: Giddyup!


I'm much obliged to everyone who left a caption. Ya'll all come back next week, y'hear? Or as we Canadians in the east would say, "Youse all come back soon, eh?" 

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After riding the range all day, what prompted this young wrangler to discipline his blonde companion?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I'll round them up and publish them in my next post.

Friday Fail

Even mannequins find thongs uncomfortable, but don't adjust while people are watching!

We need to play this game

Following on yesterday's sports theme, I've discovered a game that Ron and I have to take up. It's frescobol - a game similar to raquetball, invented in Brazil in 1945. It is played by two or more players, and its primary distinction from other paddle-type sports is that it is played cooperatively; there are no winners or losers.

Just like spanking.

I don't really want to actually play frescobol. I just want the equipment. Can you imagine having all these gorgeous paddles lying around the house?

Love!

An article in the paper about the loudness of the noises some tennis players make began this way:

The pop of a ball hitting a raquet punctuated by a loud 'gnnuh!' has become a familiar sound at professional tennis matches.

What if that sentence were altered to read:

The pop of a paddle hitting a bottom punctuated by a loud 'gnnuh!' has become a familiar sound at professional spanking matches.

Sigh. If only...  but I digress. the article goes on to say:

Female tennis players are spoiling the game with their loud grunts.

Would the writer say that about female spankees? I think not. Vocalization is merely a way we show our appreciation for a bottom-warming.

Some statistics on the cries of various female tennis players:
Victoria Azarenka - 95 decibels
Monica Seles - 93.2
Maria Sharapova - 105

For the sake of comparison, a lion's roar is 110 decibels.

When you find yourself OTK, how does your volume compare to the ones above? Louder, softer, or about the same?

No Butts

My husband has a different opinion of the monarchy than I do, but he agreed that the recent spontaneous visit by the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge to fire-ravaged Slave Lake in northern Alberta was a touching gesture.

"I agree," I said. "It was their own idea, too."

"And they're having a very successful tour of Canada, but..." Ron continued.

I interrupted him. "Never mind the buts. You said something very nice; quit while you're ahead."

"That's not something I ever thought I'd hear you say," Ron replied.

"What?" I was puzzled. "Quit while you're ahead?"

"No," he explained. "Never mind the butts!"

Oops! Silly me!

Romantic Fiction for Summer

I spotted some kinky gems in a novel by the well-known writer of romantic fiction, Johanna Lindsey. Say You Love Me is about a young woman who, after the death of her parents, goes to live with her aunt and uncle. She and her younger sister have barely settled in when she learns that her uncle has lost his job and must sell the house. The only solution - according to him - is for Kelsey to sell herself at auction at a high-class establishment that procures women for rich men. The proceeds will pay off her uncle's debts and her sister will be guaranteed a home. Sounds reasonable, right?

Upon arriving at the house of ill-repute, Kelsey learns from the owner what some men and women enjoy:

What worried her, however, considering just how much Uncle Elliott owed, and what she finally asked Lonny, was "Do you really think anyone will pay that much?"

"Oh, yes," he replied with complete confidence. "These rich nabobs have nothing else to spend their money on. Horses, women and gambling are their major pursuits. I'm happy to supply two out of three, and any other vice they have a desire for, short of murder."

"Any vice?"

He chuckled. "Dearie, you would be surprised what some of these lords - and ladies - request. Why, I've got one countess who comes her at least twice a month and pays me to supply her with a different lord each time who will whip her - carefully, of course - and treat her like a lowly slave."

Two young gentlemen are discussing the house of ill-repute as they await the upcoming auction:

"They say any fetish or fantasy can be found here, no matter how bizarre one's particular tastes run. And I believe it now, having seen Lord Ashford's driver outside. Would be afraid a girl here would hand me some chains the minute I walk in her room."

Lord Ashford, the villain of the story, does indeed need to whip his female partners to achieve sexual satisfaction. He was a participant in the bidding, and Kelsey's impression of him was not favourable:

He looked cruel. That was the single word that kept coming to mind. She wasn't sure why. The slant of his thin lips, perhaps? The narrowed, cold gleam in his light blue eyes as he watched her squirm beneath his gaze? The chill that had run down her spine when she first caught his eye on her?

There is a conversation between the gentlemen about Ashford's sexual preferences that leave us in no doubt that he is a sadist:

"We had a run-in with him not so long ago one night when we were down by the waterfront. Found him severely whipping a tavern wench he'd tied to a bed...to prepare himself to have sex with her. If she hadn't worked the gag out of her mouth, we never would have heard her screams."

The wench refused to press charges against him because she had consented to it:

"She was in too much pain that night to even talk coherently, but when I went back to find her a week later, when she was beginning to mend, she flatly refused to point a legal finger at him...he'd paid her handsomely up front, more money than she could have made in two or three years doing what she does... She admitted she knew what he was going to do and had agreed."

Lord Ashford may have been outbid at the auction, but he doesn't forget the lovely Kelsey. After much plotting, he kidnaps her and takes her to his secret underground dungeon.

Kelsey was staring in mesmerized horror at that narrow bed out in the middle of the room; the bed had leather straps with thick buckles attached to its four corners. Her fear got the better of her, seeing those straps. She'd have no hope left if they were put on her, and she didn't doubt by then that was exactly what Ashford intended.

Kelsey manages to escape for a time, hiding in another part of the house. There was no escape from Lord Ashford's voice:

"The time has come for your punishment, my pretty. You can't escape... You will be punished even more for this foolishness, I promise you. I will be better for you if you reveal yourself now."

Inevitably, the young lady is recaptured and left in the capable hands of the servant John while Ashford goes to the kitchen for a meal:

She'd delayed him only a little while when she had run from him. But he'd wanted her to do that. It was part of his overall entertainment. Since this delay was only for his own comfort, he could actually be back in a matter of minutes.

John was still there. He'd been told to finish putting on her restraints and he did just that, rolling her to the side so he could untie her hands, twisting her actually farther than her muscles wanted to allow. And he kept her in that position while he strapped the leather around one wrist, because it kept her other arm from interfering, still trapped under and behind her as it was.

He left the room when he was finished, but he didn't go far. She could hear him working the lock on one of the other rooms...

John came back... Across her stomach he laid three whips of different designs and lengths - and a knife. Ashford's tools. The ones he was going to use on her. She'd lifted her head to stare at them, couldn't take her eyes off them.
(When John left) Kelsey heaved her back off the bed the second the door closed, to knock the whips and the knife onto the floor.

When Ashford returned, Kelsey tried to engage him in conversation to postpone the inevitable. It worked for a while, but then:

...she had merely delayed her punishment. She was frantic to continue putting it off. Not that she expected some miracle to occur to stop it altogether...

He looked down for his whips and tsked when he couldn't find them right off. He had to bend down to lift the material of her dress to find one of them, but he stood back up with it in his hand. It was short-handled, with many long, thin strips of leather dangling from it. He rubbed the handle against his cheek fondly...

He laid the whip across her bare legs so he could remove his coat. Her legs wouldn't bend enough to dislodge it. And just the feel of that leather on her bare skin started her trembling...

She sucked in her breath sharply. He'd picked up the whip and slashed it across her thighs. Welts rose in several places, but the skin hadn't broken. And he laid the whip back on her to finish undressing himself.

And that's all. Her master and his friends arrived in the nick of time and saved her.

Aside from the explicit talk of BDSM, there were a few juicy morsels scattered here and there that any spanko reader wouldn't fail to miss:

The two gentlemen from the auction - one of whom has purchased Kelsey - talking about going to a ball, where mistresses are not allowed:

"Can't say I'd have the fortitude to leave a spanking-new mistress to hie off to a gathering that doesn't promise to be any different from any other gathering that we've attended."

Kelsey has a caller:

When she went downstairs, she found Lord Derek waiting in the foyer, rather than Jeremy, and he was slapping a pair of gloves against his thighs in an impatient manner.

Lord Derek flirts with his father,s housekeeper, but she wards him off:

"Here now, none of that. Can't be giving the servants the wrong idea."
He laughed and swatted her on the backside before sauntering down the hall...

Just to put your minds at rest, Lord Derek - the man who bought her at the auction - makes an honest woman of her. They marry and live happily ever after.

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Many of you  remember the good old days of black and white TV, no remote control, only three channels, and playing games around the television set when the reception was poor.


Daisychain: "Now, darling, would you like to watch the show that the TV is offering, or the show I am offering? I SUGGEST YOU THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE REPLYING....!"

Anonymous: CATCH ME IF YOU THINK YOU CAN.

MyMask: Well she is carrying a gun, so I think she is saying....."If he thinks he is going to spank me again in front of company, he has another think coming."

Dave Wolfe: "Criminal Minds" season finale.

Simon(e): Who would have thought that watching "The Lone Ranger" would have such an effect on their love life?

Bobbie Jo: Ok, Batman! Just "try" and catch this CATWOMAN!

SpankedHortic II: "So he would rather watch The Lone Ranger than play with me, would he! I'll Hi Ho his Silver for him."

Meow: "Darling, until they invent cable, let's just have our own fun and leave the TV off!"

Lea: "I love playing Hide and Go Spank, don't you?"

CedenoGems: When he comes to spank me can I fit in this tv?

Anonymous II: ###***!!!
Those X&Ying jet planes!!!
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon . . .
Oh, biffle diddle!!!

Six of the Best: "Tonight I am going to watch my favorite spanking movie, called 'Roots of Heaven', where a big game huntress, by the name of Madame Orsini, is given 'Twelve of the Best', on her bare bottom.

Hermione: Saturday nights were always something to look forward to.


Thank you for your contributions. And now back to our regular programming.