The Spot to Hit

Continuing with yesterday's theme:

This is an amusing parody of this World War II poster:

I like the spanko version better. Make love, not war :)

That Hit the Spot

Here's what happened last weekend with the new hairbrush I told you about here.

I presented the bamboo stimulating hairbrush to Ron and waited for his reaction.

"We already have one," he observed.

"No we don't, I explained. (Actually, we have three brushes, not one.) "The one we have is round and has bristles. This one's square and has, um, points."

"I can't get the wrapper off," Ron grumbled, but I decided he was stalling. Some men just can't adapt to something new.

As I removed the cardboard sleeve I explained, "This brush has two sides, for two different sensations. Did you know that some paddles have sandpaper on one side?"

"Like the ping pong paddle?"

"No, that's rubber." I picked it up from out toybox and held it up. "It's only the beginner paddle. Maybe the expert model has sandpaper." (Note to self: check out sporting goods store for expert paddles.)

Ron examined both sides of the brush while I put the ping pong paddle away, prepared myself, and got into position. I was bending over the end of the bed when the flat side of the brush connected with my bare bottom - hard!

"Ow! Take it easy!" I whined.

The swats continued at slightly less intensity.

"I don't know what you're complaining about. You like this, don't you?" Ron asked.

"Haven't you ever heard of a warmup?"

"This is a warmup," Ron explained, then continued, "and it's over" and he stepped up the pace and the force of impact. Then he paused. I waited, then felt a dull, thuddy, not at all painful series of blows. He was using the pointy side of brush with all those stimulating pegs.

"Ooh, that feels strange. Try rubbing my bottom with it." Ron did, and that felt very nice indeed. This brush had been a wise investment,  I thought to myself. But all too soon, it was time for the other side again.

The brush attacked my sit spots again and again. I shuffled my feet and wiggled but maintained position, vocally expressed my displeasure. Ron kept alternating the sides of the brush, sometimes whacking with the pointy side and other times rubbing my increasingly aching backside. When he finally finished and I was allowed to stand, I noticed he was panting from exertion. The brush had cardiovascular benefits for both of us.

I examined my red bottom in the mirror and frowned in a combination of mock displeasure and real pain.

"It hurts," I whined.

Ron grinned and hugged me. "That hit the spot."

The new hairbrush is a keeper!

From the Top Shelf - Tokyo Rendezvous

Today I have an interesting selection from Naughty Bits, an anthology of erotic fiction. Two American co-workers who met while on assignment in Japan get to know each other very well in Jina Bacarr's "Tokyo Rendezvous." The short references to spanking are intriguing.

I noticed Steve eying my rear when he thought I wasn't looking. I returned the favor. The man had a set of buns that made my sex-o-meter soar up higher than the Nikkei.

Over lunch, they flirt and Steve discusses the possibility of spending the afternoon in a hotel. The narrator knows that cheap hotels are for men only, and tattoos are prohibited.

What about tattooed Westerners? I wondered, rocking my buttocks back and forth on the hard wooden bench as if to rub off the fleur-de-lis on my left buttock. I'd taken the plunge on my last trip to Hong Kong and visited a tattoo parlour. I giggled, curious how Steve would react if he saw it... I'd been eying the brown-ribbed cowhide belt Steve wore around his trim waist, and I couldn't stop imagining the kiss of leather on my bare ass. I wasn't into S and M, but too many late nights watching Japanese game shows featuring playful bondage and half-naked men wielding black latex whips had made me curious. If not horny.

The pair go to a "love hotel" and she soon finds out what he thinks of it.

(The picture above shows the types of rooms available in a love hotel. They chose the boxing ring.)

A Japanese girl waits for the boy to undress her," Steve said, unbuttoning my blouse and sliding my slim skirt down over my thighs. I stood there, mesmerized...he unhooked my bra, then pulled down my panties. He grinned when he noticed the tattoo on my left cheek. He slapped my butt and I moaned, enjoying the pleasant sting of his palm on my hot flesh. He said, "I like the way it wiggles."

"My butt or my tattoo?"

"Both."

You Completed the Caption

The caption above was posted on Very Demotivational. Now here are yours:

Daisychain: "OK, guys, advance VERY slowly, and watch where you stick those bayonets."

Or "When you said the enemy would show us a clean pair of heels, boss, I didn't expect the heels to be visible right up to the ass."

Or "OK, lads, form a nice orderly queue, you can all take a turn... but, hands only, none of those horsewhips, mind."

Six of the Best: Genghis Kahn says to his hordes of men, "You are viewing Canada's most beautiful tourist attraction, Hermione's spankable bare bottom".

Mindset: The man on the lead horse says, " I bet she you saw stars with those stripes!"

Prefectdt: It was the city's last line of defense. Skillfully tattooed across Dunyazad's bottom was the legend "Samarkand welcomes careful barbarian invaders".

Ronnie:  Ah those dogs think they can distract us by sending this mere women who shows us disrespect but she will pay dearly for her disrespect with 50 lashes of my whip on that bottom. 

Simon: The recent budget cuts meant that traffic signs had to be displayed in a rather different fashion causing much confusion amongst the tourists.

Lea: If you think you're going to invade my city, you can kiss my ass!

Bonnie: "I've heard tales about a blue moon, but until now I thought they were merely myth."

Michael: Moon over Mongolia.

Mitch: This is a job for Ghengis Cane.

MyMask: Okay boys, this is the Lea that I told you about. Dismount, and then mount ;)

Invading was never so much fun! Thanks to everyone who contributed. Next week, we conquer the world!

Complete the Caption

 

Today's picture is a little bit of history. The invading hordes are galloping across the snowy hills, when suddenly...

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will let you know the outcome of this encounter in the next post.

A Stimulating Weekend

I have some exciting weekend plans that involve the implement pictured above. It's a "Bamboo stimulating hairbrush" and I can't wait to try it!

On the other side of the cardboard sleeve, the product description explains that "the wooden peg bristles make it ideal for massaging the scalp and stimulating healthy hair growth."

Looks like I'm in for a double stimulation, from both the back and the front of the brush. I'll let you know the results next week.

More about Plumbers' Butts

Season and Michael recently posted some funny "plumber's butt" pictures in an amusing post on the subject.

It reminded me of the day we had our new dishwasher delivered. Two strong delivery people removed the old one then carried in the new, energy-efficient, whisper-quiet one. Together they manhandled it into position then set to work installing it.

I thought it was interesting that while the person in charge was a good-looking, muscular man in his twenties, his apprentice was an equally muscular woman of around the same age. She followed his instructions, handed him tools when he asked for them, and when they crouched in front of the appliance to connect it to the kitchen plumbing, I saw that he had trained her well.

Both wore jeans without belts, and both displayed a generous amount of plumber's butt.


But then, looking at it from another point of view, some people have an extreme form of plumber's butt, even if they aren't in the business.

Interviews with Rihanna

Earlier this year Rihanna gave a much-talked about interview in Rolling Stone magazine. But did you know that in the same month she was also interviewed by and featured on the cover of Vogue? As you might expect, the two interviews were very different. Here for your enjoyment are the specific parts of each interview that pertain to her interest in TTWD.

First, the Rolling Stone interview. It was mainly about her music, but also explored quite a bit of her personal life and background - Rihanna means "sweet basil" in Arabic, and is her middle name - and she tells it like it is about spanking.

"I like to take charge, but I love to be submissive, she says. "Being submissive in the bedroom is really fun. You get to be a little lady, to have somebody be macho and in charge of (you). That's sexy to me. I work a lot, and I have to make a lot of executive decisions, so when it comes to being intimate, I like to feel I'm somebody's girl."

What else does she like? "I like to be spanked. Being tied up is fun. I like to keep it spontaneous. Sometimes whips and chains can be overly planned -- you gotta stop, get the whip from the drawer downstairs... I'd rather have him use his hands." She goes on to recount a recent trip to a sex shop in Sydney called The Toolshed, where she left with two full bags of whips, blindfolds and dildos. "The takeaway? "Don't go to a sex store tipsy."

In part, all this talk about pain and domination is about pushing buttons, and the transgressive thrill she gets from being bad. But it's also largely defensive. Because If there's one thing someone knows about Rihanna, it's probably (that she was beaten by her boyfriend.)

...

And now comes Loud, full of lyrics about the blurry line between sex and violence. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me." "I like it rough." "The pain is my pleasure." And perhaps most tellingly, "Maybe I'm a masochist."

"I do think I'm a bit of a masochist," she says this evening. "It's not something I'm proud of, and it's not something I noticed until recently. I think it's common for people who witness abuse in their household. They can never smell how beautiful a rose is unless they get pricked by a thorn."

Now then, let's compare this frank and open interview with the one given to Vogue.

There was quite a lot of detain about her wardrobe, and the various outfits she wore each day she met with the journalist. But the subject that interested me most was dealt with in a very different way from the previous interview:

Though Rihanna has the kind of Amazon body some women would kill for, she says she has only recently become content with her shape. "Over the holidays, and even during filming, I realized that I actually like my body, even if it's not perfect according to the book. I just feel sexy. For the first time, I don't want to get rid of the curves. I just want to tone it up. My body is comfortable, and it's not unhealthy, so I'm going to rock with it."

...

Rihanna feels that she now has a much stronger connection with her fans. "I feel like they understand me now, which is something that I had been struggling with my entire career, having the fans really know who I am."

That said, they don't always get it. Consider her recent S&M video, a campy, over-the-top take on her relationship to the press that has been wildly misconstrued. "The song can be taken very literally, but it's actually a very metaphorical song. It's about the love-hate relationship with the media and how sometimes the pain is pleasurable. We feed off it, you know -- or I do. And it was a very personal message that I was trying to get across. I wanted the video to say that but still play off of the theme of S&M. And I mean, wow, people went crazy. They just saw sex. And when I see that video, I don't see that at all. I wanted it to be cheeky. There's no other way to take it."

So does she or doesn't she? It depends on which magazine you read.


Finally, if you want to have a bottom like hers, instructions are here at Huffington Post.

Turning the Other Cheek

Sara recently wrote a post about turning the other cheek after she was inspired by a cute image on the wall of a restaurant. (Go read her post; I'll wait here.) The phrase has such a perfect second meaning to us spankophiles that I did a Google search. This is one of the images that came up. It was on eBay, but I was too late to bid on it.

Isn't it lovely? A bracelet of bums that encircle your wrist or ankle. While each one is a different skin tone, it's too bad none of them are pink or red.

From the Top Shelf - Gilt and Midnight

"Gilt and Midnight" by Megan Hart is another selection from Naughty Bits. It's a fairy tale about an orphan girl, raised by a wealthy couple. A dark fairy places a curse on all three of them: the man and woman will slowly lose their fortune unless the young Mira - who will desire and be desired - finds "completion".

Mira instantly becomes desired by every man who sets eyes upon her, and she craves their attentions, allowing one man after another to have his way with her, but never once achieving sexual release and satisfaction.

Never, that is, until one day, when two men - Gerard and Alain - arrived at the castle, also carrying the curse of the dark fairy.

Gerard goes first:

"Please," she said through gritted jaws, "Please touch me, sir."

"No."

"Then why did you come here?" she demanded, crossing to him. Fury made her want to strike him, but Mira didn't dare.

Gerard looked her up and down, caressing her so thoroughly with his gaze it weakened her knees and tightened her nipples further. "To make you complete. Isn't that what the dark fairy said you needed?"

"What did she say you needed?" The words came out broken, edged with glass, on the verge of cruel.

Quick as the sunshine from which her hair had been woven, Gerard grabbed her wrist. He pulled her forward and put her across his lap like a recalcitrant child. His big hand came down across her buttocks, the smack not hard enough to bruise, though Mira cried out at the sting. Heat spread across her flesh and her hips pushed forward...against Gerard's thigh.

"She told me I needed to complete someone." His other hand pressed her tight against him so she couldn't move.

"By beating me?" Mira cried, voice hoarse, even as her hips rocked.

"This is not a beating," said Gerard. "This is an appreciation."

Heat covered her buttocks and spread to meet the fire already burning in her thighs. As Gerard's hand caressed her skin, Mira sagged against him. Her legs parted...she wriggled and strove to get free of his grip...

His breathing had grown harsher, his grip tighter as she struggled. Yet he did nothing but rest his hand upon the heat his spank had left on her skin.

"I am making you appreciate my touch," Gerard said in a low voice. "Feel the heat of my hand. Focus on that... Focus on the sound of our breathing. On the brush of your hair against your face."

...Gerard held her until her struggles ceased. Every line of Mira's body had gone hot, as though he'd drawn a stick from the fire along her skin. She moaned into her fist as his hand shifted, fingertips brushing the underside of her buttocks. He moved them lower...

"Please, Gerard," she whispered. "Please touch me."

When at last he did,...Mira's cry of relief rang around the room... Mira's climax washed over her, no, thundered over her... When the throbbing between her legs eased and she caught her breath, Gerard released her from his lap.

You'd think that would have lifted the curse; alas, it was not the case. But there is still Alain.

"My lady," said Alain gently and waited until she looked at his face. "What do you need?"

"...I need fulfillment!"

He'd been certain she'd find it with Gerard, and yet the moment she said the words, Alain knew she spoke the truth. A smile tugged at his lips. Now it was his turn to try.

Mira's buttocks still held the heat left behind from Gerard's hand, but she refused to squirm on the hard seat of her chair. The humiliation of what he'd done--without lifting the curse--brought heat to her face equal to that of her bottom. She scowled at the dark man in front of her.

"Bring me a dipper of cold water from the well," she demanded and pointed out the window to the garden. "That's what I want."

While she waits for Alain to return, she muses:

...As a beloved only child of doting parents, Mira had never been spanked in her life. No one had ever raised their voice to her. Yet, she mused, her thighs slipping apart enough to dimple the fabric of her gown beneath them, there had been nothing parental about Gerard's treatment of her...

"My lady."

At the sound of Alain's reverent voice, Mira's eyes flew open... She studied him, the pail from the well brimming with water.

"I brought your water."

She didn't know what made her do it, except that all at once she lost all grasp of the difference between memory and reality. Gerard had commanded her but now she would command Alain; all of it seemed to make sense...

She kicked the bucket of water from his hands. It hit the floor with a thump and split into several pieces. The cold, clear water, sweet as honey, splattered Alain's boots and breeches. Frigid droplets hit her bare toes and calves, but her gasp wasn't from their small sting. It came when Alain went at once to his knees, his head bowed.

"My lady, I have displeased you."

...The sight of Alain on his knees sent waves of pleasure through her so strong her head spun...

"Tell me how I might serve you, lady," Alain murmured, "and I shall do my utmost to please you."

What followed was a second satisfying sexual encounter for Mira, with her taking the lead. And so it evolved that Mira needed both men--just as they needed her--to lift the fairy's curse.

Gerard set her to tasks such as polishing her boots and serving him his food, and his hand could be heavy when she didn't serve to his pleasure. The first time he'd tied her hands and feet to the posts at the foot of his bed and strapped her, she'd wept tears of pain and anger even as her sex wept with arousal, and she hadn't sent him from the house. Her body had grown to crave Gerard's discipline, as harsh as it could be, and he brought her to climax over and over with the flat of his hand or the leather strap he wielded with such proficiency. He penetrated her thoroughly as well, when she pleased him, and denied her that ecstasy when she did not.

With Alain, however, Mira played the mistress without a second thought. He was as eager to serve her as she was to submit to Gerard. Alain took whatever abuse she offered him, whether it be her refusal to allow him to achieve orgasm...or the performance of countless meaningless tasks meant only to prove she controlled him. He made love to her with worshipful hands, when she allowed it, and Mira found his touch as satisfying as Gerard's even if it was in a totally different way.

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This picture proves that going to school can be fun. Above is the caption that appeared on Very Demotivational, and below are your suggestions.

Richard Windsor: "Hey froggie, how about I show you MY two red apples?"

Prefectdt: Having sprained her wrist, from all the thrashings that she had handed out to boys who fell asleep in class, Miss Rogers had to find an alternative method of keeping the lads awake during biology.

vfrat25000: Miss Penelope Pridewater finally gathered the courage to show her opinion of the latest teacher’s contract about the same time Buster Coogin’s frog escaped so everybody missed her protest.

In a rather twisted version of the Frog and the Prince, Prince Herman promised teacher Annabel Slappingworth if he could kiss a specific part of her anatomy he would turn back into a prince. Seeing this as a chance to get out of teaching Annabel quickly agreed.

Matthew Pendergast bet his best friend Chuck he could get Miss Straightlace to show her panties. Mathew won

Quiet reserved Benny decided from this day on his lifetime professional goal was to be a skin magazine photographer.

Welcome, vfrat25000. That's quite a contribution!

Season: I guess if you write it on the chalkboard it materializes. Apparently a cat and a dog are next. After school lets out for the day, Miss Whitebottom plans to write "spanking".

Six of the best: "For coming in late, Miss Evans. You deserve 'six of the best', with your knickers down, on your bare bottom," I shouted out most joyfully from my classroom seat.

Bonnie: After Miss Flotz paddled the class clown, we knew there had to be some sort of retribution.

Ronnie: "Jones, I told you next time you let your frog loose you wouldn't be able to sit for the rest of the day. Now please come and remove this animal and report to the Headmaster office."

Littlemonkey: That's Sir Prince to you, baby. Now pucker up...I'm going to need my thumbs to wield that paddle.

Fanz123: The Headmaster said, "Give me your hand, young lady, surely you're not frightened of a little frog."
Teacher: "What frog, it's the man eating spider on the desk."
Headmaster: "Well come down here and we'll get to the bottom of your problem, just like those red apples."
And so the teacher got a nice pair of red cheeks to match her apples and we never did discover how she thought the frog was a man eating spider.

Nice to meet you, Fanz123!

Red: Yippee! It is worth the caning I will get to see Miss Hermione is not wearing knickers...

Bobbie Jo: Oh no! Not again?! Richard!! You're not getting away with it this time. I'm going to turn your bottom as red as those apples on my desk! Now you take that frickin' frog out of this class room now!

Mr Upton Ogood: Ladies, especially ones like Sadie, our own Sunday school teacher, never fart. They "glow". After Saturday evening's baked-bean social, it seems, our very own Sadie "Glowed" so hard she blew a wandering frog clean off the desk.

Super powers are super powers, regardless of how odd. Don't you think?

I am Mr. Upton Ogood. You are welcome.

Thanks for joining us, Mr Ogood.

Richardmt: Oh, why do I always get the frog, but never the Prince?

Stephen: I thought I was supposed to kiss you !!!!

A warm welcome to you, Stephen.

Hermione:  Ooh, Sir, I deserve to be punished for being late, but frogs are too much! Please may I have the ruler instead?


I'll see you all next week, but not in the classroom. Let's call it a field trip.

Complete the Caption

Today we are in the schoolroom. Could this be the teacher, baring her bottom?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will read them out loud to the class in the next post.

Friday Fail

An unfortunate caption behind this news presenter has her worried. You can see her imagining the scene. How long did it take her to regain her composure?

From Failblog

Parents Never Do THAT

Recently we watched a comedy called Click. Michael (Adam Sandler) is a workaholic architect, who has been overlooking his family in favor of his career. He meets Morty, (Christopher Walken) a mysterious man who gives him a universal remote that allows Michael to perform TiVo-like functions on his life, such as pausing events or fast-forwarding over them.

In one scene, Michael rewinds to the moment of his conception.  The pair stand in a bedroom with vibrant 60s decor while the blankets on the bed pulsate, and a woman's voice says, "That's the spot!" It is quickly followed by a man's voice saying "Whack my heinie," and the sounds of slapping continue while Morty explains that these are his parents, in the act of conceiving him.

"Change the channel!" shouts Michael.

It's a double shock. Finding out his parents actually had sex and watching them at it, plus the revelation that they enjoy spanking.

Wednesday WIN

This is a clever business card promoting men's briefs. Styx Underwear for men offers a unique design that ensures that no part of the cloth will get entangled in the middle of a man's buttocks.

One side of the card says "This is the only time, when we are getting into your ass." The other side illustrates the difference between regular underwear and theirs. "Backside made from one piece."

From Bored Panda

My Own Naughty Spot?

Ron rarely reads my blog, and certainly never reads any of the other spanking blogs, so you really have to wonder why he thought of this, so soon after Erica posted about the naughty chair in her immediate future.

It was an hour or so after a spanking, and I had gotten up from the couch to fiddle with the DVD player. As I walked across the room  I rubbed my bottom, and glanced at Ron to see if he was watching.

He was, so I rubbed harder and put on a mock frown. But Ron wasn't the least bit sympathetic. In fact quite the reverse. His suggestion?

"We need to get a hard wooden bench for you to sit on to prolong the sensation."

How thoughtful.

What do you think would be suitable?

This looks rather uncomfortable without a back.

Too stark. It doesn't fit the decor.

Lovely! an outdoor naughty spot for two to curl up in.

How beautiful. But it would look better with  a cushion. 

Ron would probably want something like this for me. Those slats look uncomfortable.


Ikea, here we come!

From the Top Shelf - It's Your Turn

For today's spanking fiction, you're going to have to write it yourself. There are three interactive stories in the works at The Story Book - a site devoted to letting the reader have the fun of deciding what happens in a spanking story.

The rules are simple: Read the story as far as it has gone, including whatever other readers have written in the comments. Then you pick up the story from where the last comment finished. A paragraph is enough, but more is fine too. And you can take the story in any direction you like.

Here is a snippet from Running for her Life:

Slamming the door behind her, Brittany ran out into the street. She had her shirt only half tucked into her skirt and her hair tie was falling out as she headed towards the store. It was only a block and 1/2 away and once there she was going to call Caroline and beg her to help her get out of this situation. Will Caroline help me again? After all the times I've left and then returned again and again, are they sick of me? What will I do if they say they can't take me in? I can't go back to Frank, he's killing me inside. Larry and Caroline are my only hope!

As she gets to the store, she walks inside and falls into one of the snack booths and proceeds to get her cell phone out of her purse. She glances briefly out the window and sees a red truck and her heart stops, she panics for a moment and then breathes a sigh of relief when she watches it turn and drive on down the road... whew.. she puts the phone up to hear ear, hearing it ring... ring.... 'oh I hope they haven't gone on vacation'.. ring.. "hello", Brittany's face changes into a relieved smile, an expression she hasn't shown for the past few days... "Caroline..." she can't help it.. she starts to sob... "please help me". 

What happens next? It's up to you. Go to the Story Book here to add your paragraph.

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This threesome prompted some wild speculations from readers.

Mindset: So mate, have you tried that cane you carry to keep the situation in check?

Michael: "I say, Clive, I know your horse lost at Ascot but having your wife pay off your wager with a bare bottom caning is brilliant."

Six of the best: The gentlemen in the middle is saying to the gentlemen on the left, "James, I am going to have a spanking good time tonight. For I promised my wife to give her 'six of the best', the very best strokes of the cane, on her naked rear end."

Ronnie: "Victoria, George here has agreed what while I'm gone for the month he will visit you on Thursdays for afternoon tea, after which he will administer the cane to you as per my instructions."

Kitty: The lady, let's call her Henrietta, says to the gentleman on the left, "Winston has given me permission to invite you over to spank me while he watches. Will you do it? You can use the cane if you'd like!"

Lea: She's saying, "Those canes really aren't necessary, you can put them away. Really!"

Richardmt: I say, old chap, Would you mind giving me an introduction?

Mitch: Two sophisticated gentlemen and an elegant lady are intensely involved in a discussion about how as the aunt to her brother's children she had to use the cane as the Governess was not doing her duty.

Prefectdt:  Gentleman on the left to the Lady on the right, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Lady replies, "O God! No! I'm just counting the loose change in my skirt's front pocket. Honest!"

Gentleman in the center, "We'll talk about this when we get home darling."

Red: Yes, Reginald, my lady does enjoy a good swishing once a week, but she only permits other men to watch if she is permitted to give them a good swishing after hers. All on the bare you understand!

Daisychain: She is saying, I am glad you guys only use your canes for walking. I prefer other implements on my behind! 

Hermione: Mary? And John? But I thought mine was the only cane in your life.


Thanks for sharing part of your weekend with us. See you all next week for another challenge!
 

Complete the Caption

Two sophisticated gentlemen and an elegant lady are intensely involved in a discussion about...?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I will present them to society in the next post.