Spanko Brunch 2.0 #75

Welcome back to another spanko brunch. Spanking is all about ritual, and one of the most common rituals is counting the number of spanks. The target number might be announced ahead of time, or maybe the spankee does not know how many to expect.

Does counting out loud play a part in your spankings? If so, does the spanker count, or is that the spankee's task?

Leave your response as a comment, and once everyone has spoken I will publish a summary of our discussion?

You Completed the Caption

Nina: Well my dear, only another day and you might be able to sit again. And I am absolutely sure next time you will open the garage door before driving the car out.

Baxter: Dear, how many times do we have to have this same discussion about how I am going to spank you? You are not keeping the house clean or feeding us nutritionally all the time. I am going to go get the carpet beater and see if I can't spank some sense into you to stop eating bonbons and do your job.

sub hub: When am done with this cigarette, you'll be naked and in position to receive from me what I have to give you.

Jim M: Really Victoria, my dear, all this physical labor is beneath a gentleman of my standing. For you my darling, of course, I have made an exception, but really, this is too much. First I spanked you once a week and that was tiring enough. But then you wanted twice a week. Totally exhausting, and my arm was so sore. And now, now you want to be spanked every other day?

But your wish is my command. I know that we both agree that physical labor is best left to servants. After all, that is way we have servants. So here is the solution. I have purchased for you a lovely spanking bell. I have explained its purpose to Jeeves and every time you ring it he or one of the other servants will come at once and give you a spanking. So you can have as many spankings as you want, whenever you want. Victoria, why are you looking at me like that. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. It is the perfect solution. Victoria, stop frowning at me like that.

Minelle: I know you didn't enjoy being spanked. However I am being very understanding by allowing you the use of a hammock! Think how sore you'd be on a wooden chair!

Six of the best: "I was speaking to Prince Andrew the other day, about our getting together with his wife, and having a 'spanking good time' party. And he nodded his head in agreement".

Ronnie: You disobeyed me by disciplining the stable boy yourself when I strictly told you to leave him for me to deal with him when I came back from the club. So you will come to my study after dinner and I will deal with you. Now we'll have no more talk about. I want to finish my cigarette in peace.

Leigh: When I'm finished with this cigarette, I'll tend to you.

Dr. Ken: She: "I'd love a spanking before dinner, darling, but I'm still having trouble sitting comfortably from last time. Why do you think I'm lying on my side?"

Simon: When I finish this cigarette I don't care if the neighbours are watching we are definitely going to try it standing up in a hammock.

ricky: Does it still hurt, darling?
I told you to control yourself!


Hermione: "No, George, you spanked me last time. It's my turn to spank you."
"Letitia, if you insist on arguing with me I'll put you over my knee right this minute."

For more friendly banter, please join me for brunch, being served on the patio soon.

Friday FAIL

This week we look at things that start with the letter B.

A butt warmer for your bicycle. How convenient.

What a sweetie he is!

The wrong time to scratch your butt

Where is this sign going? I want to go too.

All butts on sale today only

For more fun with butts, why not Complete the Caption?

Complete the Caption

Let's eavesdrop on a private conversation. What do you think is being discussed? Will both parties come to some sort of agreement, or will they agree to disagree?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suggestions in a future post.

Pass it on

Ron forwarded this joke to me yesterday and he probably knew that I would want to share it with you.

One day a man came home from work to find his wife crying hysterically in the kitchen.

"What's wrong, dearest?" asked the confused husband.

"Oh darling," sobbed the wife, "I was cleaning little Suzie's room when I found whips, handcuffs and chains under her bed, along with a very erotic porn magazine! What ever are we going to do?"

"Well," replied the man, "I guess a spanking is out of the question?"

What I really wonder is, which one of Ron's friends sent it to him?

From the Top Shelf - Lucy's Dream

I previously shared the story of Juliette's public punishment, observed from the visitor's gallery by Lucy, a student who was there to gather information for her doctoral thesis on discipline. After leaving the court, Lucy met with her supervisor, Sebastian, who wanted her written observations about what she had seen. But Lucy got distracted by a visit from her boyfriend Giles, and kept Sebastian waiting for his assignment. Sebastian was not best pleased, and paid her a visit the next day. He read her half-finished work, scolded her, then sat down with her to revise the paper.

When she is finally alone, Lucy muses about the two men and about what she had seen the day before.

She could never envisage playing punishment and discipline games with [Giles]; he was far too soft and cuddly to be credible in a masterful role.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was quite different. Unsettling to say the least. His observations today had raised fresh doubts in her mind. She must be mad and yet she desperately wanted to please Sebastian. She had never felt this way about Giles and he was a far nicer person than Sebastian would ever be; nice, cuddly, safe Giles. Sebastian was hard, dangerous - and yet she needed his approval, even to feel his wrath, knowing that he was taking the time to correct her.

Lucy also reflects upon the dream she had the previous night, after Giles had left.

In her dream, she had been alone in her flat when she had heard a key turn in the lock. She had heard footsteps behind her as someone came into the room. She had turned to find Sebastian standing before her.

As she stood up to face him, Sebastian reminded her that it was she who had invited him in. In a fuzzy, illogical sort of way, Lucy knew, in her dream, that this was true. Sebastian grasped her shoulders and turned her round to face away from him. She did not resist him; he was too strong for her anyway and she knew she was in his power.

"I am going to help you," he said. "You are going to experience at least some of the feelings Juliette felt yesterday, and having experienced those sensations for yourself, you are going to prove that you are worthy of my assistance."

As he spoke, he threw a sort of wide band of soft material over her head. At this point in her dream, Lucy had unknowingly become entangled in her bed sheets and had flailed helplessly for several minutes without awakening.

"Don't worry," he said, still behind her. "You won't be harmed. This is just the first step of your experience. Remember, Juliette and the others also knew that they would not be permanently harmed. They knew before their punishment started that there was a limit to the duration and intensity of the pain they were about to suffer. I give you the same guarantee."

In her subconscious, dreamy state, Lucy realised that this was literally true - that Juliette knew exactly what was coming to her, right from the start. Sebastian finished tying the blindfold around her head. In a way, Juliette had the advantage over her, knowing her sentence in advance. The uncertainty made her feelings all the more intense, as did the blindfold.

She heard the scrape of furniture being moved. Then Sebastian took her arm and guided her forward a pace.

"I have pulled a low stool out in front of you," she heard him say. She knew the one he meant; it was a small stool, only about a foot high, with quite solid legs. "I want you to step up onto it." Puzzled, she did as she was told.

"Now, be careful," he continued. "Turn around slowly. I want to look at you."

Again, she did as she was told. It was spooky, knowing he was watching her, yet not being able to see him.

"No, not like that." She knew from his voice that he had moved around to a new position. He had been so quiet, she had not realised he had shifted. A frisson of fear ran through her.

"Put your hands up behind your head; that's better. Now turn again."

The sleeping Lucy rotated in her bed, moaning as she did so. The dream-world Lucy did her best to give a real modelling twirl, and nearly fell off her stool. Sebastian steadied her with one hand. When she had regained her balance, Sebastian told her to strip. She replied that she would do no such thing, knowing full well that she wanted nothing more in this world than to do just that in front of him.

"What? Chicken already? How do you think Juliette felt? She had a very personal medical, you know, fully nude, well before they took her knickers down for the beating. You will never begin to know how she felt, let alone write a good thesis. Still, no matter; there will be others who will relish the chance. Get down!"

Her heart was thumping. He was right. She had to know. It was nothing to do with the thesis and it was stupid but she had to know. She began to take off her clothes. It wasn't much of a strip-tease. She was only wearing a track-suit over her underthings, and a pair of white socks.

She took the socks off first. It seemed to be the least revealing thing to do, while she gathered her courage. She balanced on one leg and removed the first sock, letting it fall from her fingers with a little flick. Then she changed feet for the second one. After that there was not much else to take off except her track-suit and her undies. She knew he was watching her and not knowing if he had moved again made it scary. She didn't know what angle he was staring at her from, or what would catch his eye. She was wearing some very modest airtex briefs, so she decided she would be less exposed if she slipped off the track-suit bottoms first. As she discarded them, she plucked up enough courage to ask him what he thought of her legs. It was just bravado; plus, by getting him to answer, she would know where he was.

"They are very attractive." He had moved again, he was behind her. "But don't waste time; I want it all off."

She began to roll up her track-suit top, to pull it over her head. She hesitated when she reached her breasts. Lucy was secretly quite proud of her breasts. They weren't all that big, she supposed, but they were a good natural shape and firm. Realising that there was no point in prevaricating, she quickly removed the top and hurled it at where his voice had come from.

"There, you bastard," she had snarled in her dream, "get a good eyeful !"

She was then taken by surprise by a terrific open-handed whack across her bottom which made her cry out and grab her rear. It had come as a shock and had really stung.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again!" He had sounded really angry. "Now finish the strip if you dare. I want the lot off, and there's no need to be shy, you are made just like other girls."

She wanted to weep. It was as if being made the same as other girls was somehow the worst thing in the world. She had gone so far now there was no going back. There was nothing for it but to finish this embarrassing strip. She fiddled behind her back and unhooked her bra. As it slipped off her shoulders, she made another attempt at being brave, and did another sort of twirl, right round, so wherever he was standing hr had to see her best points. Then it was time for her ultimate test. Time to drop her panties.

She took a deep breath and slipped her thumbs into the waistband. She didn't have the nerve to make a production number out of it, but just slipped them off as quickly as she could, letting them drop to the floor; then she stood up with her hands coyly in front of her. Much later, Lucy realised that this was the turning point of her dream, the point at which the nightmare had become her inspiration. She had never been shy about undressing with Giles, but to do so in cold blood, in front of Sebastian, was different. It was humiliating and frightening, but also exciting in a strange kind of way she hadn't expected. Only much later, when she thought about it a great deal, did she recognise the element of excitement for what it was.

"Put your hands behind you head," he ordered.

She did as he instructed. He was looking at her; she sensed him moving around and there was nothing she could do to hide any part of her. She could hear some noises, movements from behind, but couldn't guess what he was doing. Suddenly she felt his touch in the centre of her spine. Her flesh must have shown goose pimples because he suddenly laughed. Then he ran the tip of his fingernail down her back. He started high, between the shoulder blades, and let his finger run right down. When he reached the cleft of her bottom he paused for a second and she couldn't help giving a little wriggle.

As he continued downwards, he spread his hand, first flat across her bottom, then in a sort of cupping action, squeezing her buttocks.

"Yes, very nice," she heard. "Very spankable. Have you ever been spanked, Lucy?"

"No," she muttered, clenching her bottom and holding her legs firmly together.

"Would you like me to spank you now?" He was stroking her bottom and she was terrified. She knew that he was going to, of course, whatever she said, but still resisted the admission of desire stubbornly.

"No," She pleaded. "No, please, Sebastian - please. This has gone far enough. Please let me go now."

"You disappoint me." His voice never lost its even tempo, which made him sound all the more menacing. All the time he was stroking her bottom, ever so softly, stroking upwards from the top of her thighs, lifting her bum cheeks gently and stroking across them. "How will you ever know, Lucy? How will your thesis carry any conviction? Shall I spank you now, Lucy? I think you want me to, don't you."

His hand was still now, resting flat on her bottom and she felt its sensual warmth. She also heard a voice, quietly and nervously, say, "Yes I do! Oh God!" It was her voice!

It was at that point that Lucy had awoken with a shout of 'No - no I'm sorry!" and found she had managed to discard all her night attire and was lying naked in the bed, with one hand holding her bottom, the other working feverishly between her legs. To her utter embarrassment, she discovered she was soaking wet. She could not decide whether the ache between her legs was due to Giles's attentions earlier or because she needed more of Sebastian's dream-sequence stimulation.

Lucy stopped and smiled to herself. She had given in to temptation and massaged herself to orgasm, lying face down in the twilight. It was difficult to believe it had only been a dream, so intensely had she visualised it. She had accepted it, willed it so. She imagined herself prostrate across Sebastian's knee, her bottom fiery with his slaps. Her fingers fluttered frantically at her clit as she imagined what might come next; how she would be thrown back across the bed and how he would leap on her, ignoring her cries. She lay back, her eyes closed. In her mind Sebastian roughly forced her legs apart; then he was on her, driving his eager cock into her, nailing her smarting bottom to the bed. She cried out in ecstasy as her own fingers completed the necessary climax. When it was over, she collapsed on the bed, sobbing.

Lucy had sobbed herself to sleep exactly as she lay, naked, face down, bottom raised by the pillows under her.

Now we know her interest in spanking is not purely academic. But when will she have a chance to experience the real thing? Wait and see!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 24

Our discussion this week was about a time when you should have been spanked, but weren't.

Roz: There have been times I felt I deserved a spanking and it didn't happen. This was usually because he felt spanking wasn't warranted after considering all of the circumstances. The issue was usually resolved through discussion.

There have been other occasions were alternatives were used such as writing lines, being banned from the computer etc. These have also been used in conjunction with a spanking.

Leigh: Yes to the first question. [Did you ever deserve a spanking but not get one?]
No to the second question. [Was there an alternate punishment?]
Depends - but usually it is just glossed over on the third question.[Did the issue get resolved another way?]

Arched one: There are times I knew I messed up and requested I get punishment and do get it. Other times she tells me I'm getting punished and with the implement in her hand, me nude before her, she scolds me for what I did and by the time the scolding is over I know I deserve it. The problem is not forgotten until the spanking is over.

Nina: Hi Hermione, there have definitely been times when I thought I deserved a spanking and hubby didn't give one. Some of them had alternative punishments like early bedtime or not watching a tv show I'd have liked to see. In a few cases I asked for a spanking even after the alternative punishment was finished, because I couldn't get over it completely otherwise.

Ronnie: I remember two occasions I felt I deserved being spanked and it didn't happen because of certain circumstances. One I got the day after and the other one was forgotten. There is never an alternative punishment for me, just a spanking.

Hermione: We don't do punishment spankings, but I think I really deserved one recently. Ron was taking one of our cars to a garage for routine maintenance. I drove our other car, Ron's pride and joy, to the garage too, so that I could drive Ron home after he had dropped the first car off. I parked beside a building next to the garage, but as I eased into the parking spot, I felt the front bumper scrape against the cement parking barrier. The barrier was probably about 8 inches high, but the bumper was lower than that, and I knew I had caused some damage. Ron got into the car and we drove home. When he was otherwise occupied, I went out to inspect the damage. There was a series of tiny scrapes all along the bottom edge. They wasn't visible unless you bent down and intentionally looked for them, but I knew Ron would find them when he washed the car. I also knew he would be furious because I've done this before, with the other car, and had been warned to be more careful in future.

Luckily, this happened last November, so car washing wasn't likely until spring. In the meantime, I got a black permanent marker and rubbed it over the scratches, making them less noticeable. Ron only noticed the scratches when he washed the car a couple of weeks ago. He assumed that he had somehow caused the damage himself, bought some touch-up paint, and the car now looks as good as new. I have no intention of confessing, and he is still none the wiser - unless he reads this post!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #74

Welcome to another weekend spanko brunch. Grab a sandwich, pour yourself a cup of coffee, and take a seat on one of the padded chairs.

We all spank for different reasons, and not everyone engages in them for punishment. However, there are times when only a spanking will do.

Did you ever feel you really deserved a spanking, but didn't get one? Was there an alternative punishment, or did the issue get resolved in another way?

Leave your reply as a comment, and once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish a summary of our discussion.

You Completed the Caption

Kingspan: Honey, I had that dream again where you find me sunbathing naked and make me pick a switch off a tree.

Simon: Sally had decided that however fashionable it was her interior designer was going to get a thrashing.

Leigh: Lots of switches handy.

Jim M: Just west of Spankopolis, the capital of Spankoland, is the Bois de Spank. One of my favorites there is the “Top’s Trail.” There are 43 “stations” where bottoms can wait for tops to come and “find” them. This is my very favorite spot. It is surreal with the old ruined house, the dead trees and the early morning mist. I usually stay until I have gotten three or four spankings. Between spankings I catch up on my reading. By the time I leave, there are usually one or two bottoms on the bench down the path waiting to take my place.

Sir Wendel: 50 Shades of Gray - 1945

DelFonte: George, she's at it again. Lying at there with nothing on. George... George! Where are you?

Nina: Thelma found it odd that the painter insisted on her modelling here, among the trees, and him mumbling 'more colour' every hour, before he used another switch on her bum didn't improve her mood either.

Ronnie: Even the house falling down wasn't going to stop Thelma finishing Fifty Shades of Grey.

Vfrat25000: Sis, what are you doing this afternoon?
Nothing really, just hanging out naked reading a book in a hazardous waste dump. What are you doing?

Betty decided to spend the weekend at her favorite lake, Lake Chernobyl. She couldn’t understand why it wasn’t crowded on a Holiday Weekend.

No one could ever understand why Michelle always came back from the lake with such a nice tan when there had been no sun all weekend. She also glowed in the dark but they really wanted to know her tanning secret more than anything else.

Susan, you picked one heck of a dump for our campsite!
I know but wait until you see all the really cool and unusual creatures than run around here and the noises at night are amazing!

Peggy refused to move out after her river front estate burned to the ground. She was extremely dissatisfied with the insurance company's offer. After a short time she painted the words State Farm Sucks on her pearly white bottom cheeks, self spanked herself to a nice pink glow and hung a sign up that said “I got spanked by State Farm!” It wasn’t much longer after which State Farm significantly increased their offer.

Hermione:  Despite the fast-approaching forest fire, Mary couldn't put down the latest issue of Janus magazine.

For more spanko fun that will have you glowing with pleasure, please join me for brunch.

Friday FAIL

Good day, boys and girls. Today we will study the letter A.What words do you know that start with A?

Good job! Now, for extra credit, Complete the Caption and there will be no homework tonight.

Complete the Caption

A lass with a book on a lazy afternoon can cause quite a stir. What do you think her neighbours make of this? Will she have an unexpected visitor, or will her reading be uninterrupted?

It's entirely up to you. Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your footnotes in an upcoming post.

I'm not a robot!

You have probably noticed that when you leave a comment on my blog, you need to prove you aren't a robot. Why would I think you are? Well, I don't. That message has nothing to do with me. It's something that Blogger has implemented without my permission. I don't want it there, and there is nothing I can do about it. But it's not so bad.

When you see the box you are supposed to check to prove you are human, you don't always need to check it. As you can see in the above image, I am logged on to Blogger as Hermione. So all I have to do is click on Publish Your Comment, without clicking on the robot box, and my comment will be published.

But, for those of you who prefer to remain anonymous (and that's perfectly okay with me), you will have to pass the robot test.

In this case, I have chosen not to use my Hermione identity, but want to leave an anonymous comment. I can't publish my comment without proving I'm not made of metal. So the next step is to read the instructions and choose the appropriate pictures of a sandwich.

The same applies to anyone who chooses OpenID (WordPress, for example). You can't escape the robot test.

So, if you are logged on to Blogger or to your Google account, you don't need to prove you aren't a robot. Otherwise, there's an extra hoop to jump through. Sorry about that! At least it's better to the mostly unreadable word and number Captchas they previously insisted on.

From the Top Shelf - Another American Experience

I was thrilled with your enthusiastic response to last week's story, Juliette takes the Strap. On Sunday my blog's page views reached an all-time high, thanks to the post appearing at the top of Chross's Spankings of the Week. thank you, Chross! I will publish more about Juliette and Lucy in the upcoming weeks.

In the meantime, here is another letter that appeared in one of Kurt Stevens' corporal punishment magazines. It was supposedly written by a New York reader who had the regrettable chore of having to spank two teenage girls. Dreadful job but I guess someone has to do it!

New York City, NY

Dear Sir

I read your book Teenage Discipline and it was one of the best I have read in quite a long time, but I was disappointed because it didn't have enough illustrations. I do hope you will take that into consideration with the next book you publish.

I myself know quite a bit about spanking teenage girls. My wife and I never had any children of our own but we did have two nieces who stayed with us for a whole summer while their parents were away in Europe. We rented a place up on a lake in the Catskill mountains for that entire summer and took both girls with us. The girls were Anne who was nearly nineteen and Joan, just seventeen, and quite big for her age.

I had received permission from their parents to spank them if they needed it. They were spanked at home, so therefore it would not be a new experience for them. As it was, I had seen them spanked on a few occasions with skirts raised but always with panties left on. I informed them that if I had cause to spank them it would be on their bare behinds. Their faces flushed upon hearing this announcement.

The two weeks I stayed up there they were on their best behaviour. The very first day I was away they did something they should not have done. They met some boys up there and stayed with them until way past suppertime. They did not get home until eight and my wife told them that they would have a cold supper and, come the weekend, very sore bottoms!

During the rest of that week they made a few other mistakes which my wife told me about when I arrived on Friday night. I called the girls in and told them what their Aunt had reported to me.

"It is already after nine," I said, "and in my opinion a little too late to punish you for your unladylike conduct. Tomorrow morning, at eight o'clock sharp, I will attend to you both and I can guarantee that after I am finished you will want to eat breakfast standing up!"

"You had better go to bed now," I continued, " and get a good night's rest. You'll need it for the morning."

With downcast heads they made their way to their room.

At eight o'clock sharp the next morning, the girls came down the stairs and into the living room where I was already waiting for them. You should have seen their faces when they spied the heavy paddle and strap on the couch.

I said to Joan, "You will get spanked first as I want Anne to see just how I go about it. You will get spanked with the paddle on your panty-clad bottom while across my knees, then you will remove your panties and bend over clutching your ankles for a dose of the strap. You will be getting twenty-five with the strap and if at any time you should straighten up, I will wait until you are back in position and start at the beginning again. Do I make myself understood?"

"Yes...uncle."

"Well then, fix your clothes and get over my knees."

Both girls were wearing shorts. Joan removed hers and then draped herself across my knees. I moved her into a firm position and then began. First I brought down the paddle on her right cheek, and then her left cheek. I counted as I went along. By the tenth spank, Joan was howling and begging me to stop which I would not do. She was wearing white panties which now appeared to be changing to a pink shade. After I brought down the twenty-fourth spank, I delivered the last across both buttocks. Then I told her she could get up, which she did. After a minute's rest I told her to prepare herself for the next part and to get in position.

Slowly she reached under the elastic band of her panties and finally drew them down to her knees. Then she bent over and grasped her ankles.

Her bottom was already a fiery red. Taking up the strap, I started in again on her poor bottom. The first crack of the strap caused her to howl. Each succeeding crack brought another squeal from her. I was really doing a good job on her bottom, yet she deserved all she was getting. After the twentieth I realized that her bottom had taken about all it could take so I gave her the last five on her upper thighs.

That made her scream even louder. When she straightened up she rubbed her bottom frantically in front of me, not even bothering to pull up her panties.

Anne received exactly the same punishment except I had to give her the last ten on her upper thighs.

They were surely two well-spanked girls and much better behaved for the rest of the summer, and they received only a few more spankings for minor naughtiness.

I know that we did the right thing and their parents were most appreciative of the efforts we put in to see that their daughters behaved in a ladylike manner.

Yours truly

LV

The editor's note then says "This contributor's name has been withheld to safeguard his privacy." I can't imagine why!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 17

I asked you what your first spanking implement was, and the response was overwhelming!


Dan: As I recall, ours was a small leather paddle, specially purchased for its intended purpose. We stopped using it years ago, as it was too flimsy to function as more than a toy. 

Nina: The first implement was a riding crop which hubby used to take away my fears of implements. So it was more of a fun session when he used that. Later on, for the real deal, he used a cane though.

Fred: The first implement we ever played with was a shoe horn. Not the best spanking tool. We don't still have it as it broke. I still get excited when I see a shoe horn.

A.J. A very old and small oven paddle I bought at an antique store in horse country along with a small leather strap to use on her. She took it from me in the store and said nothing until we got home. Then she used both on ME! One of my BEST and favorite spanking stories.

Welcome, A.J.

Baxter: It was one of two things. Either a leather belt or a paddle. The paddle is actually something used in weaving. It is 30 inches long two inches wide and 1/4 inch thick and made of some durable wood as it hasn't broken yet.

Downunder Don: I was lucky enough to come across a length of Jarrah (beautiful dark red Australian hard wood) and made 3 paddles which are still in use today

Jenn: I think my first was my wooden hairbrush, then the steel-reinforced round leather paddle. Later I bought a wood paddle. The most recent implement was the belt. I'd say the worst of the bunch is the wood paddle. (I have a bath brush, but I don't let anyone know I have it! Too scary!)

Roz: If I remember correctly it was the trusty wooden spoon. Still in use today.

arched one: The first implement was a wooden spoon and was something we had in the drawer. She really made it dance across my bottom and yes we still have it and still use it.

S: A wooden hairbrush on my bare bottom made me realise what smarting was all about. Of course wooden brushes come in all sizes, then clothes brushes, and finally long handled bath brushes, which can really make bottoms burn. The best thing about brushes is they can be left anywhere, without arousing suspicions from the non-spanker.

Steve Redbottom: I'm trying to think back. I remember one of the earliest implements to be applied to my bottom (and that I applied to my wife Sophie's bottom) was a ping-pong paddle. Although that may not have been the very first.

Dr.Ken: First thing I bought--and I still have it--was a hairbrush (actually more of a clothesbrush) from Nu-West. You can see it in many of their photos. And, as a few ladies could tell you, it is VERY effective!

Bogey: It was a wooden ruler, that she had since grade school. It was not very effective so we found a paddle that was most effective.

Anon1: My 2nd grade teacher used a 20" wooden paddle, with holes drilled into it giving it a swiss cheese look. The holes were supposedly to "leave blisters" on your butt. But in reality it just made it whistle when she swung it. I think she's the reason I still like spanking porn. She always wore hot dresses, and looked like Emma Stone. She also had a wooden spoon that she would use on the palm of your hand. We got to choose. I chose the paddle. She spanked kids in front of the rest of the class for extra humiliation.

Jan: The first implement was a wooden hairbrush, We don't still have it as he broke it one day on my podgy rear! We now have a blinking wooden paddle:(

Anon2: The first implement I used on a woman was a hairbrush. We were in college, and she had approached me about spanking her after finding out that I had given her roommate a playful birthday spanking. The first spanking, with my hand, was a bit awkward since it was something new for both of us. The second took place in her dorm room. She said she'd been quite a brat and needed a good spanking. I noticed that a hairbrush was laying conspicuously on her desk, next to the chair she had set out for me. I applied it vigorously to her bare bottom with very satisfying results.

Bonnie: Randy and I began with a small wooden hairbrush that fit in my purse. It proved to be very effective. Soon after, we tried my sorority paddle. It worked even better and was very painful.

We still have the paddle and it gets used occasionally. The hairbrush has been replaced several times over.

Cutiebootie: The first implement used across my backside was a wooden clothes hanger. I loved it!

Ronnie: If I remember correctly apart from a the wooden spoon and the hairbrush it was a crop. We don't have that one any more; the little flap came off. We've bought more since then.

Hermione: We were doing some redecorating, and when we bought the paint we were given a free paint stirrer. The more I used it during our painting sessions, the more I wanted to feel it on my bottom. So the next time we went paint shopping, I put the new stirrer aside. When the time was right, I told Ron of my desire, and he happily complied. He eventually painted it gold and called it the "Golden Paddle". We still have it, although it's pretty tame in comparison to most of our current implements.

That was fun! I'm delighted that so many of you responded this week.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #73

Greetings everyone, and welcome to another weekend spanko brunch. Most of us started on our spanking journey with hand spankings, then eventually progressed to implements made of wood, leather, or other materials. So I'd like you all to think back to your early days of spanking.

What was the first implement, other than a hand, that you used or had used on you? Was it purchased especially for that reason, or was it an existing item that was repurposed? Do you still use it?

Leave your answer as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion when everyone has had a chance to walk down memory lane.

You Completed the Caption

What is this naughty miss up to now? Here's what you said:

Baxter: The person who rubs/touches her bottom the best gets three wishes. One is a date with the performer, two is to spank the performer and three is to be spanked by the performer.

Nina: Spank me baby, like a wrecking ball :)

A. Lurker: Oh, I think I over-dressed for this performance.

Anon: 
Short guy to tall guy: I've about had it with her indecent behavior. I think it's time we showed her what happens to naughty girls who shake their booty in public like that. I'll go bend her over those amps and pin her in place. You get the paddle and we'll give these fans a real show. If they like the way she wiggles her butt now, wait until they see how she dances once you set her bottom on fire with that paddle.

Sir Wendel: Come on boys. It ain’t gonna spank itself!

Hermione: Talent? Who cares if I have any, when I've got this?


For more naughtiness, please stay for brunch. It's being served shortly.

Friday FAIL

Bogey and Bacall know how important good grammar is - thanks for the cartoon, Bogey!

Unfortunately, not everyone agrees.

Say what?

Yew must be sew proud!

Does that mean I can get into my account or not?

Ouch!

Groan!

For more groaners, be sure to Complete the Caption before tomorrow morning.