Monday, November 30, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 29

Our readers have some advice on how to encourage the spanker to give a harder, longer spanking.

Six of the best: My advice would be for the spankee to become more naughty. So the spanker has all the more reason to spank your knickers down bare bottom.

Baxter: I think the spanker needs a reason to spank.Yesterday I got my wife royally pissed off at me and I let things simmer down. After an hour or so, I sat on the couch next to her and told her I was sorry and suggested that I be punished. She agreed so we went to the lower back bedroom. I laid out the paddles and crop and handed her the thick wooden paddle. She eagerly spanked me with it. but the reality of a spanking is that it hurts. So as much as I wanted her to paddle hard, the reality is that I couldn't take much at one time. So she spanked me six times and I moved away and then moved back into position for another six and this went on for several repetitions. Eventually my bottom was sore and red. So the thing is that the spanker may want to continue, but can the spankee stand the pain? Good questions.

Nina: Hi Hermione, I think communicating that more is needed is good. The HoH could still decide against it, but maybe the reasons are taken into account. In addition, the spanker at least knows that the spankee would appreciate more.

Minelle: I am not sure on the answer for this one either. I guess for me it is communicating with your partner. But in the end they may need time and practice.

arched one: I agree with most; communication is very important. Maybe suggest to the HoH that during the spanking he wants it to stop hence the pleading but he requests she does not listen to his pleading and to spank him until she wants to stop. Baxter also had good advice stop the spanking for a bit then start over until the message gets thru.

Anon: Easy - to stop evasion, she should make sure when she bends over, that her better half has bound her securely in place, so that she is unable to move her bottom out of the line of fire. Likewise a good gag should silence any of her protests. However she must accept that she will be unable to bring an end to her spanking, until he so decides, and she might well end up with a much sorer bottom than she had bargained for!

This would only be appropriate if both partners agreed beforehand to use restraints and a gag.

Mutual DD Couple: Assuming the question relates to domestic discipline instead of play spanking:

In a domestic discipline relationship, there's a conflict between the long term desire to be subject to punishment spankings, and the short term desire to not get spanked. As others say, more communication is required. Make it known that you ultimately want to be spanked, even though you don't like being spanked at the time. Obviously any spanking must be given with your consent, but your husband can help by encouraging you to hold to your original resolve, rather than saying "well okay..." to excuses.

Sub hub: I think that this question is amazingly more common than any of us want to admit. It is on some level, an admission of some amount of failure (or lack of perfection is probably a better way to put it) when someone that is receiving a punishment spanking, is not tested near the upper edge of their limits. Or is it?

For me, there have been plenty of times that I felt I could take more paddling, more sting, more slaps of the paddle, even some bruising, possibly even some tears. But I didn't really know, because I wasn't taken there.

Like the email, when I protested and tried to evade, Mistress K. would give in, fearing that the pain I was receiving was no longer bearable, and of course she wanted me to feel the testing of her paddle, but did not want me to suffer. When we spoke about it. I mentioned to her that our relationship was about her leadership and dominance, and my submission. I reminded her that we had previously established limits for things, obvious or otherwise, and included in that discussion was the use of a safeword. I asked her to rely on my ability to prevent us both from going to a place neither of us should be, with the use of my safeword. As such, she would be free of the burden of having to decide (or even care) whether or not I was receiving the proper amount of punishment, and only have to be concerned with whether or not she was giving what SHE thought was the proper amount at that moment. Be that a nice, cure, warm pink/red bottom, or a blithering, sobbing husband with blisters and bruises.

Please, anyone that may be looking to this post and to these comments for advice, DO NOT consider one of the comments made here as an actual solution "... become more naughty." Integrity matters in every relationship and topping from the bottom lacks integrity. Just my opinion, I could be wrong!

Thank you Hermione, for doing these Spanko Brunches! Love them.

Usedtodo Spankedhortic: Not sure if this would work in another gender combination but it does during an F/m playtime. I compliment the spanker on their technique and thank them for being so lenient with me. It's like waving a piece of scarlet material in front of a male member of the bovine species.

Terri: Ok, I have two words for you: SAFE WORD. Ok, two more: PRE-SCENE COMMUNICATION. I'm backing sub hub in phx up to the absolute hilt, he's absolutely right. I'll expand on it a little, if I may.

Communication is absolutely key to this issue, and "be more naughty" may inspire more anger or more *desire to spank* (the pre-spanking urge to administer many stinging swats for whatever reason). What it won't do, is solve the issue of the spanker stopping when the spankee protests or pulls away, leaving the spankee unsatisfied. instead, you should lay out the ground rules, discuss the use of safe words/safe phrases, hard limits, etc and even decide on what kind of spanking is happening...BEFORE you begin the scene. After all, as spankee, you are theoretically or apparently giving up control to your spanker. But when push comes to shove, a single word from you can end the scene entirely--and don't be afraid to call the cops if your partner won't respect your safe word.

Of course, in any scenario, both parties should have safe words. Just in case your partner is truly uncomfortable with the level of play you're interested in, or needs a break themselves for some reason. The traffic lights system (discussed later) is a good idea for this.

The first thing to do is establish whether one or both parties appreciate an element of false lack of consent. It sounds like the emailer might be someone who does. To be more specific, is trying to get away, and protesting about how much it hurts or how much you don't want to be spanked, and having the spanker pay no attention, actually a turn-on?

The reason to establish this is the principle our scene holds most dear, the SSC principle. (Safe, Sane, Consensual) one of the biggest ways to keep this principle intact while exploring the marvellous world of kink is our friend the safe word. The safe word must be something that wouldn't be accidentally said in-scene--even if it's something you talk about or think of a lot the rest of your life. The thing about the safe word is this: unless it's used, no matter how much you wriggle, struggle or protest, the scene doesn't end.

Of course, a similar option is the traffic lights: Green for "go ahead". Amber/Yellow/Orange for "slow down", "take a break" or "we need to talk" and red for "stop right now." Again, unless you use those specific phrases, your partner may (and probably will), ignore your protests and wriggles. Either that, or (with your consent, naturally) they'll restrain you/gag you.

Naturally, the above is all for fun spankings. Some of the above may not be relevant to punishment spankings. Some people believe punishment spankings should push a person's limits - or even go "just a little bit beyond" a person's limits - under the guise of "showing who's in charge, of course. Sometimes, it's not just the spankee's limits that get tested in such punishment spankings--which is why I will reiterate the fact that safe words and plenty of communication for all parties are essential to any situation. Communicate, trust in your instincts as well as your partner's....and remember to trust in the presence of the safe word. And if you need it, for Merlin's sake USE IT! Yes, I'm a Potterite.)

Ronnie: Not a straightforward answer to this as we are all different. The spanker definitely needs a reason to spank. I say communication, communication every time. Tell your partner how you feel but I know easier said than done.

Amy: Communication is the key but is also very difficult. We are new to this and are learning over time. For me, fighting the spanking that I really want is part of the satisfaction once I finally get it, so we do have a safe word that I've never even come close to using. That said, Eric is more confident because I can use it. Also, we talk afterwards (maybe days later) and that has helped. One thing Eric has changed is when he's about done, he'll ask, "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" If I really want more, I'll just shake my head no and he'll get right back at it or he'll decide he thinks it's enough. At least this way, he has my input without me taking over. I also wrote him a couple of stories telling him some of my fantasies and desires. Do your best to keep talking to each other and know it's hard for your partner to know what is too far.

Hermione: I agree that communication is key to solving this problem, but as Ronnie said, it's easier said than done. Spanking can be a very difficult topic to discuss, even with someone close to you.

Thank you all for your input. I hope this will help my correspondent.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #101

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for our regular spanko brunch, where we discuss all matters related to spanking. This week's topic comes from an email I received from a regular reader.

How can I get my partner to give me harder or longer spankings? When I protest or try to evade the spanking, my partner gives in. What can I do to convince my partner to continue despite my seeming reluctance?

Can you provide any advice? Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to weigh in.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, November 28, 2015

You Completed the Caption

This one was a toughie, but bravo to those of you who managed to think of a clever caption.

Ronnie: Last one to get to the end of the hall without dropping or holding their jug gets spanked.

Anything you can do, I can do better.

Simon: The girls were excited as they were meeting someone they had contacted via a dating site, but both thought it was a bit strange that he had specified "girls with big jugs".

woman on left: I have to admit that every once in a while, I drop one of these so I can get a spanking.
woman on right: So that is your secret to get spanked. Well, I am going to try that now.

Sir Wendel: In 2010 archeologists discover the first traces of ancient Egyptian porn. “Girls with Jugs! Series 1”.

Lady on Right: I don't understand how you do it Elizabeth; not only do we have to stand in the corner with our spanked bottoms on display, but we have to keep these jugs on our heads throughout the process, how can you be so still?
Lady on Left: Easy, because I have seen what happens to those ladies who drop the jugs.

Six of the best: After these two ladies drunk the wine they were carrying, their husbands sobered them up by taking down their knickers, and spanking their bare bottoms with a pliable stinging cane.

ricky: Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten me into! Haven't I told you over and over, never to volunteer?
Oh, shut up!

Vfrat25000: Don’t you stare at me Priscilla? You look just as ridiculous as I do!

What’s in your jug?
I don’t know and I don’t think I want to know!

Becky, are you absolutely positive we have to do this to join Alpha Gamma I have a strange feeling that this has something to do with those guys at the Beta Phi Fraternity!

Let’s blow this off and go get a glass of wine at the Pyramid Palace. The Pharaoh can kiss my butt. This is Bull Sh*t!

My jug’s bigger than your jug!
Bite me. I bet your jug has been surgically enhanced!

Why are you wearing your jug?
I went crazy at the Pharaoh’s Black Friday Sale, maxed out the American Express. On top of wearing this stupid ceramic hat, I got spanked! I might as well be out walking with a bowl on my head, I can’t sit down anyway!
How about you?
I wrecked his brand new chariot, the one with the super expensive rims! You aren’t the only one who got spanked!

js666: Every day it's the same thing. When I pass that fresh kid in front of the gate, he gives me a slap on the bottom and makes me spill the water, so I have to go back for more. When I finally get a full jug home, I'm so late that I get a spanking from the Chief Eunuch. At least he's supposed to be a eunuch, but I did see him slipping a few coins to the kid at the gate.

Woman #1: Have you heard that the penalty for dropping your jug has been upped to 50 whacks?
Woman #2: Only 50? I was hoping for 100.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 27, 2015

Friday FUN

You all know how I feel about grammar, and many of you out there agree with me. People who abuse grammar should be spanked, right? So just in time for Black Friday shopping, here are some gift ideas for the grammar nerd in your life.

For more fun where grammar doesn't count, try your hand at Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Complete the Caption

I had to laugh when I saw this sketch. I knew it would be perfect for today's challege. So go on, complete the caption. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I'll post the results on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Painful Protest, part 1

This fairly recent story by Andrew Grantham in Janus magazineshows that the right to social protest does not extend to schoolgirls, and their participation in opposing a new road scheme has painful consequences.
The so-called 'consultation process' was a mere sham. The proposed new road was going to be built, no matter what the local people said or did. Protests were inevitable, though, and, drawn to one such were three eighteen year olds from the nearby Finch Hall Girls' Academy. Gemma, Hannah and Abbey had made their way to one of the two protests being held at opposite ends of the projected new road.

It was a Saturday afternoon and they were free - although the trio knew their 'freedom' did not extend to actively supporting protest rallies. Blonde-haired Gemma had heard about the demo and had said to her two friends it would be a 'lark' to join in.

"Let's get some of those placards," suggested Abbey, as they joined the throng outside the village hall. The redhead was the fieriest and the natural leader of the threesome. "Tommy Timberdick is always telling us that a job worth doing is worth doing well!"

The said 'Tommy Timberdick' was, in fact, Dr Thomas Woodcock, the august Principal of Finch Hall Girls Academy!

"I'm not so sure." Hannah voiced her opinion. The brunette was always the most cautious of the three, near-inseparable, friends.

Minutes later, the three sixth formers were exhibiting such slogans as SAVE OUR SOIL, PEOPLE VERSUS POWER and NO ROAD HERE.

"I wonder if we'll be on the telly?" grinned Gemma.

"I hope not," frowned Hannah.

As it happened, the protest was not televised - which was a pity, as things got out out of hand and scuffles began which would have made good viewing on the local news.

A couple of hours later, Dr Woodcock received a telephone call from the police station asking if someone would collect three Finch Academy girls. They had been warned about their conduct. Their behaviour had not been up to the standard expected by students of their respected establishment. The Chief Superintendent felt sure that Dr Woodcock would see to it that the errant young ladies were dealt with in an appropriate manner.

"I most certainly will, Chief Superintendent," the Principal of the Academy had assured the high-ranking policeman.

Thus it was that Gemma, Hannah and Abbey found themselves on the carpet - literally. The wear on the strip of carpet in front of Dr Woodcock's large desk bore witness to the number of girls who had stood there over a period of years.

The tall, powerful Dr Woodcock's right arm was in a sling as a result of a riding accident. Much to every one's amusement Abbey had put it around that he was suffering from cramp due to overuse of his wrist.

All three girls were, unsurprisingly, sentenced to the cane. The Principal's caning arm might be out of action for that purpose, but it was clear from the arrival in the room of the sports master that he would be the one to cane them. The rather dishy Michael Smith was the subject of much juvenile fantasy and the fact that he was to dish out their punishment added considerably to the girls' embarrassment.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Smith!" said Dr Woodcock, grimly, " and I want you to give each of these girls six real stingers - on the bare bottom."

The trio looked at each other in horror. They had never been caned on the bare bottom before! Furthermore, it would be so humiliating having their panties removed by the tall, athletic and good-looking Michael Smith.

"Yes, sir." The sports teacher knew where the cane was kept and he soon produced the three foot long whippy wand with the traditional curved handle. The stomachs of the three young offenders sank into their shoes.

"Who wants to be first?" enquired Michael Smith, letting the cane dangle at his side.

Each girl opened her mouth to volunteer, wanting to get it over with, but Dr Woodcock spoke first.

"I have no doubt it was the red-haired one who was the instigator," he growled. "I suggest we leave that little trouble-maker until last!"

The 'red-haired one' chewed her lip. That wasn't fair. It had really been Gemma's idea. She would now have to watch both Gemma and Hannah getting the stick, all the time knowing the same painful fate awaited her.

"I would imagine that Hannah Burke was simply caught up in the actions of the other two reprobates," observed Dr Woodcock. "Cane her first."

Hannah didn't exactly breathe a sigh of relief at the announcement but at least she would be spared that dreadful wait.

With his good hand, Dr Woodcock dragged an upright chair to a position in front of his desk. The girls naturally thought it was for them to bend over. They were, therefore, somewhat shocked when the Principal settled himself into the chair. He was getting himself a ringside seat for the impending action!

Mr Smith tapped the end of the thin stick against his trouser leg. He usually wore a tracksuit all day but now he looked very smart.

"Hannah!" He moved the cane to point to a pattern on the carpet. "Stand there, bend over and touch your toes!"

With dread in her stomach, the slightly-built brunette moved to the position as indicated and assumed the punitive stance.

The sports teacher tucked the cane under his left arm and used both hands to lift Hannah's grey, pleated skirt clear of her bare, nipped-in waist. Her briefs were white and covered in tiny forget-me-nots.

"You!" Mr Smith pointed the cane at Gemma and then pointed back to the array of forget-me-nots. "Take those down!"

Poor Hannah bit her lip. Having her bottom bared was bad enough, but having her best friend take her panties down was even worse. She felt Gemma's fingers warm on her flesh and soon her briefs were being eased down before being left to float down her legs and settle round her ankles.

Although Hannah was quite a slim girl, she was not flat bottomed. Her cheeks were oval and quite well padded, either side of the long but fairly shallow crease.

The brunette's thighs were narrow but still shapely enough. Her lower legs were encased in below-the-knee length, white cotton stockings.

"You two. Stand behind my chair!" Dr Woodcock gave orders to Gemma and Abbey. The pair took up their positions immediately. "Now put your hands on your head!"

Again the duo obeyed the instructions, their stance causing more than adequate breasts to thrust out within the confines of their regulation, apple-green tops.

They watched glumly as Mr Smith laid the sinister stick across the twitching nates of their friend. He shuffled his feet as he adjusted his position. The cane was then taken away and the good-looking young teacher stood majestically upright.

The nervous brunette felt the warm wood leaving her behind and she held her breath, waiting for the first of the six strokes to which she had been sentenced for her folly. Dr Woodcock, however, interrupted the proceedings.

"Before you begin, Mr Smith," he said, hurriedly. "I must warn all three offenders that they must remain in the discipline position until the caning has been completed. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes being awarded!" He made it sound like a prize-giving!

Hannah had been prepared, but the unexpected interruption meant that she was taken unawares. She heard the 'Swish!' but she had no time to brace herself for the first stroke.



The brunette's trim bottom absorbed the blow as the breath left her lungs. The well-wielded cane left behind a fierce sting. Hannah was barely coping with the sudden sensation when she heard the frightening hiss of well-worn rattan.



Hannah cried out this time. The sting was akin to a red-hot wire placed across her buttocks. Bravely she locked her knees although her bottom began to wiggle from side to side.

The unwilling watchers awaiting their turn saw the weals beginning to appear and they screwed up their eyes.

Mr Smith raised the cane to above shoulder height, rocked on his heels, and brought the willowy wand arcing down at high speed.

It impacted on the still-moving nates with a resounding CRACK!

"Yeeeooooww!" yelled Hannah.

She stamped her feet, rocking from side to side. The consequent parting of her legs resulted in her panties becoming fully-stretched between her ankles and the blatant exposure of her most intimate parts. A couple of stray, dark crinkly hairs peeped into view.

Gemma's face flushed bright red and Abbey's pretty features turned the colour of her hair. They were only too aware that they would soon be displaying themselves in a similar obscene manner before too long. It wasn't fair! Girls of their age and development shouldn't be getting a bare bottomed caning!

Hannah managed to still her actions, but there was still a gap between her girlish thighs.

The fourth stroke was applied with equal power, resulting in a high-pitched yell from the submissively positioned recipient. Her nether regions began a jerky, revealing dance.

Gemma and Abbey looked at one another. How could Tommy Timberdick sit there in that prime position watching everything on show? Did the man have no shame?

Mr Smith impatiently tapped the end of the cane against his leg, whilst he waited for the girl's red-striped bottom to still sufficiently.

The movements of Hannah's derriere became less frantic and the teacher in charge of the punishment felt able to continue. Up went the whippy stick, its slow ascent watched by the other two nervous-looking girls.

Its downward sweep was, however, too fast for their eyes.




For an awful moment, both Gemma and Abbey thought Hannah was going to jump up in her anguished reaction to the fiery cut. Instead the severely distressed brunette levered herself up and down furiously by her knees.

Her cry eventually tailed off, but her pump-like motion continued for some time afterwards.

Gemma's tummy was now beginning to lurch with trepidation. Hannah's sixth and final stroke was about to come and then it would be her turn to undergo a similar ordeal.

The redheaded Abbey could barely stand the agonising suspense. Would she be able to control herself under that awful goading cane? What heights of obscenity would her own performance bring? To think that her most private, intimate part would be only feet away from Tommy Timberdick's nose!

Now both chastiser and chastised settled themselves for the final stroke. Michael Smith drew the cane back over his shoulder. Hannah's slender body trembled as it awaited a further application of fire.

The thin stick's journey was suddenly activated and it swept down onto the corrugated buttocks where its movement was suddenly halted. It landed, about an inch or so above the tops of her thighs and left behind another brain numbing dose of agony.

The young bottom churned desperately in its reaction, accompanied by a hoarse cry of pain from the girl's throat.

"Thank you, Mr Smith," congratulated the Principal. "Well done! Now let's have her out of the way and start on the next one!"

The mouths of the two girls directly behind Dr Woodcock dropped open. He made it sound just like a production line.

Hannah couldn't have cared less about the Principal's comments. She was just so glad that her own painful ordeal was over. The brunette stayed just where she was, however, making no attempt to get up until she was expressly told to do so.

"Pull your knickers up and come and stand behind me!" At last the order came from the man in the chair.

The bent-over girl moved her hands a few inches and took hold of the tightly stretched material at her ankles. Slowly she raised herself up and her briefs began the ascent up her legs. Gingerly, she eased the elasticated top and the material over the scored, oval shaped buttocks.

As she watched, Gemma wondered who would be lowering her knickers.

Hannah's pleated skirt fell back into place and she turned around. The redness around her eyes was clearly evident. Abbey thought how well her friend had taken her punishment and just hoped she would be able to do likewise.
I'm afraid Gemma will have to wait until next week for her caning. Rather cruel, I know, but we're out of time.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 23, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 22

This week we discussed brunches past, present and future on the occasion of the 100th spanko brunch here at Hermione's Heart.

Dan: Hi Hermione. I don't have a specific topic to highlight, but congratulations on the milestone!

Fred: 100 - Fantastic. Which gets me thinking about spankings and how many smacks do you like or can endure?

Anon 1: How about an offshoot to 91 where the question concerned friends, relatives, colleagues you suspected were spankos.

I'd like to know from the spankees or spankers if this info was relayed to them, if spankees ever did anything afterwards in public (reacting when sitting, too much rubbing, etc) which was inadvertently witnessed, and how did they explain it away.

My recent spankee found herself rubbing her behind while pumping gas about an hour later, but was glad it was after dark, and no one was around, but for a minute, she wasn't sure. She was careful after that to make sure rubbing she did next 2 days was in private restrooms.

Roz: Wow, 100 already! Congratulations on the milestone Hermoine! :)

Meredith: I read always the questions, but do not write. Congratulations!

Sir Wendel: Congrats Hermione!!! I don’t always comment but I enjoy them all. Here’s to 100 more brunches.

Lindy: Congratulations Hermione on your 100th brunch.

Jan: Hermione, congratulations on the 100th brunch!

Anon 2: A great century. To commemorate it, why not present you delectable bottom to your other half for one hundred juicy spanks, and then take a selfie of the results to post next time ?

Bogey: The topic I would like to see discussed in depth is why are women so reluctant to spank men. This could only be discussed on a blog like this where there are plentiful female readers.

I have some ideas, but I have no idea if they are the real ones.
Destroying her image of the man as the dominate
Social conditioning
Reluctance to hurt him
Fear of being perceived as “bitchy”
Afraid he will resist
No practice in leading
Just not in the DNA

Nina: Hi Hermione, congratulations on 100th brunch. I have no favourite, but like the food for thought you give us with them. Thank you and here's to the next 100.

Arched one: I read your blog daily and never miss a brunch. They are all great and I couldn't pick a favorite topic all are good. I do like the one comment on women spanking me probably because my wife spanks me.

Six of the best: Hermione, congratulations on your 100th Spanko Brunch. They all have been most appetizing, because I would have loved to eat them all. This weekend I saw the movie, "50 Shades of Grey ", on TV HOME BOX OFFICE. And I LOVED it/ They say never judge a book by its cover, or never judge a movie by its critics. What other spanking movies have other 'Spanko's loved, and why, would be a good topic for discussion. Happy Thanksgiving to all our Canadian friends, in this season to be jolly.

Ronnie: Always love Spanko Brunch. No real favourite.

Congratulations on the 100th brunch.

Enzo: Hi Hermione, congratulations on the 100th brunch! and thank you for keeping this brunch idea going form Bonnie. Overall I think it is a great idea to get readers talking.

I have not particular favorite although I am ever interested in demographics. For some reason I feel like the majority of spankers are older than I am and somehow I may have been born too late (despite the 50SOG flash popularity).

Minelle: Always read! Congratulations on 100!!
I like the ideas you always have....

Bonnie: Happy 100, Hermione! The first hundred are the hardest. You have real momentum now.

Thanks for taking over our community forum. I know for many readers, these brunches provide their first chance to exchange thoughts with experienced spankos. Even for those who just lurk, it's an excellent learning opportunity. In that spirit, I suggest topics that allow our novices to acquire new ideas and new inspirations from those who have done this thing a time or two.

Ella: Just this weekend I found a Japanese rice paddle at an antique store. I am always self-conscious now when I purchase something like that. Do they know why I chose that particular item? Always in a hurry to leave.

Happy Brunch Birthday, Hermione! Thanks for all the great reading.

Hermione: Thank you all for the good wishes and the great ideas. You will be seeing your suggestions as future topics for our weekend spanko brunches. (Sorry, no selfies!)
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #100

Today is a significant milestone. Together we have enjoyed 100 discussions since the ever-popular spanko brunch relocated to this blog from My Bottom Smarts. I wondered how to make this occasion memorable, so I went to Bonnie's archives to see how she celebrated her 100th brunch. Our discussion today is based on that brunch from long, long ago.

Has there been a brunch topic that you especially enjoyed? If so, what made it memorable? Is there a topic that you would like to see revisited?

For future brunches, is there a topic related to spanking that you think we should discuss? 

Leave your remarks as a comment, and I eagerly look forward to reading your responses.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, November 21, 2015

You Completed the Caption

I knew this one would be challenging, but those of you who dared came up with excellent captions.

Simon: When his Mistress said "get your skates on" Simon knew better than to disobey.

Six of the best: "I'm rolling on skates. But my wife is skating on thin ice, because she has been naughty, so she is about to be given a good spanking on her bare bottom."

Sir Wendel: John left his belt at Mary’s apartment so he had to hold up his pants all the way home.

Arched one: I know this looks dumb but if I don't do it she will spank me so hard I won't sit for 2 days. 

Dr. Ken: Off to Never-Never Land....

Kingspan: If he wanted to present his new idea for the Chase and Sanborn coffee ad, Don had to get to the meeting fast.

Ronnie: The new mode of transport for the Secret Service.

 Hermione: Walter White finally decided to switch to a vehicle without a windshield.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 20, 2015

Friday FAIL

It seems that bottoms are a very popular attraction.

For more bootylicious fun, Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Complete the Caption

You didn't have an opportunity to complete the caption last week because of Love Our Lurkers Days, but it's back this week with a photo that I think will be rather challenging.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suggestions in a post on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Mouse Pad?

The keyword and comments on Cheezburger suggest this is a mouse pad. What do you think?

As far as I'm concerned, I probably wouldn't get much work done. But where is the space for the mouse?

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Painful Pleasures

Since Paris is in our thoughts today after the horrible terrorist attacks of last week, I've found a selection from a novel called Painful Pleasures, first published in France in 1931. It is supposedly a genuine letter written by a French female teacher and sent to a flagellant newspaper column.

Without telling you at the start to what degree I am a flagellant, and to what category I belong, I am going to show you first, if you will permit me, the origin of the taste that I acquired for the whip, nor will I try to explore, before I go on, the motives or the circumstances which have determined this orientation. I shall begin, rather, by telling you that I was raised in a great deal of care by my parents and that never in my family was there any attempt to pervert me, unless I should admit that a predilection for the whip is a perversion - and that to me has never been demonstrated. Nor have I ever had any doubtful acquaintances, either at the elementary schools or in the upper courses, up to the taking of my bachelor's degree. Moreover I had never been whipped at school for the reason that such punishment was forbidden.

...I was never whipped by my mother, for my mother was by no stretch of the imagination a flagellant. My father, besides, never put a hand to me, and I never had amongst my relatives, either aunts or acquaintances who were in the habit of correcting their children thus, nor even any woman friend of my family at whose house I might have had the opportunity of witnessing corrections of this type administered to either boys or girls... I had often heard mothers, governesses or nurses threaten little girls or boys in a public square or park with a spanking, but never had I seen any administered to children in any case.

However a little later in the park I came to hear mothers talk of it to older children. The first time it was a boy about 12 years old and the second time, some days later, it was to a young girl also about 12 years old, when I was about the same age. It made on me a certain impression. It struck in me a certain astonishing sensation, and it is from that day that my interest arose in chastisement.

Mother and I were in the habit of taking a walk every Thursday, when the weather was nice, in a nearby park; often, with father, we would return again on Sundays. Sometimes we had lunch there or we brought it along and ate it on the grass. During vacation we would go to the park almost every day. Papa would eat at his office and mother and I would take along food for ourselves.

I mentioned above that, when I was 12 years old, I heard a girl threatened with a 'good whipping' and I experienced a certain frisson. That arose perhaps from gazing at the personality and physique of the girl who was taller and better developed than I was. I would have guessed her age as sixteen.

Playing with the girl later, I did not dare talk to her of the threat I had heard a few minutes earlier and which left me in a disturbed state. But my curiosity which had brusquely awakened was prodding me towards questioning her on this subject, and I felt sure I could not restrain myself if I were to remain for any time in her company. Taller than myself by a head, and very well proportioned, she seemed quite the young lady beside me and, over the next few days, I pictured her correction in my mind and I was greatly troubled by bizarre and new emotions. In my imagination, I saw the girl denuded for her punishment, this tall plump and fair haired girl with her firm and well turned legs showing under her short skirt, and her thighs half disclosed enabling me to determine for myself how gorgeously her flesh must spread out further up when it was exposed to the maternal hand.

I thought more and more about it, especially, I believe, because of the expression employed by her mother, and each time I found myself in the presence of a big and well developed girl the idea came to me that she, perhaps, might have to submit to corporal correction. The girls hips indicated by their fullness that they were worthy of it, and I suspected that even that fullness did them scant justice, thanks to the adjusted skirts they wore and which were fashion at the time.

This had become an obsession which remained with me for two years. Then, once again in the park - I was about 14 at this time - I found myself separated from mother while following some children of my own age and whose acquaintance I was to make, and with whom I played various games. Romping about, I suddenly found myself alone, but in a thicket ahead of me I perceived three older girls playing at a game much less innocent than mine.

On their knees in the grass, two of them held a third who was lying flat on her stomach. They had lifted her skirt and both of them took turns slapping her over her bloomers. These bloomers fitted tightly around the hips of their friend who, like the others, must have been about 20 years old. All three were smartly dressed and apparently belonged to the comfortable middle class, but that they were young girls from good families was apparent.

During the week, in July, the park is little frequented. They believed themselves quite alone and amused themselves freely, but at my sudden arrival they stopped, surprised for the moment. Seeing me alone, however, and scarcely troubling themselves at the sight of a child, the two who were administering the spanking promptly returned to their sport, without the slightest annoyance, and started all over again to smack their comrade in the most beautiful fashion.

The place was deserted that morning as it usually is at this time of the year. No doubt they must have thought, seeing me bare-headed, and not accompanied my mother, that I must have left her some distance away. They continued - perhaps excited still more by my presence - and one of them had the idea, on seeing me glued to the spot by an ardent curiosity which completely betrayed me, of adding further piquancy to their entertainment. In a trice, without any hesitation, she pulled down her friend's bloomers and showed me, in full view, the naked full buttocks of her friend.

It was the first time in my life I had seen the absolutely naked buttocks of a fully grown young woman. The other two girls who were holding their friend down on the ground seemed to experience the same joy in seeing her thus exposed, and both seemed to invite me to join them. They stared in turn at the gorgeous twin beauties they had uncovered and at myself, who to them, appeared to betray so lively an interest. They seemed to read in my eyes the pleasure I took in contemplating that which they were exhibiting to me, and which they offered so generously to my charmed gaze. The expressions on their faces, which I have never forgotten, indicated that they took pleasure in the emotion my appearance manifested, at once astonished and shocked.

The exposed posterior before me was a beautiful sight and the memory of it I have unforgettably conserved. The very white skin, the perfect form of the hemispheres, have been fixed in my memory forever, and I wish I knew how to draw or paint so that I might reproduce such a sensual and thrilling sight.

The young girl who was being whipped turned herself toward me. She was a lovely brunette with passionate eyes that I likewise can never forget.

The girl who had lowered the bloomers of the girl on the ground, had by now completely exposed the admirable contours by pulling the girl's chemise as high as possible. Then she took, between her soft hands, as much of the beautiful flesh as she could hold, and the expression which animated her testified to her sovereign pleasure. Under the soft but firm grip, the posterior muscles quivered, doubtless for my benefit, so that I might see the joy they were expressing and it was then that the punisher, still kneading the lovely flesh, spoke to me saying:

'You'd like to have this done to you, wouldn't you! You're jealous aren't you! You'd like your little bottom spanked just like this and this and this! Why don't you come here and.....'

I could not listen to any more. I fled from the thicket, ran toward the roadway and, finding my two comrades who had been looking for me, I returned to their game without whispering a word of what I had seen. I pretended I had lost them in my pursuit and they attributed my panting to the exertions of my search for them and suspected nothing else.

On my return to the house I found myself still trembling at the thought of what I had witnessed in the thicket. The beautiful naked bottom was still before my eyes, opened now I realised forever, to a world which until that moment was unknown. A world of ideas, desire, excitement and sensation. At the same time it confirmed for me the knowledge of a secret that had been lying dormant for two long years.
 I wish I knew the rest of her story, but alas, the letter ends here.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 16, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 15

Here are your thoughts on loving our lurkers.

Dan: Hi Hermione. I did participate, as a blogger. The response wasn't quite as good this year as last, but it did still bring out several new commenters. My primary suggestion would be to leave it open for a week. With the busy lives everyone leads these days, surfing time may be limited to weekends for some people, so I would make sure there are several consecutive days where people have the ability to jump in and say hello.

Downunder Don: Hi Hermione, I loved our lurkers for the 9th time and as usual appreciate the opportunity to say hello to all those wonderful bloggers without the pressure of making a sane or intelligent comment. As Dan said it maybe difficult foe people who lead very busy lives to reply in a timely manner. Rather than a whole week I would suggest a 3 day weekend....Fri, Sat and Sunday.

I like the format and especially those bloggers who acknowledge their contributors.

I worry that sometimes the only contributors are fellow bloggers in an orgy of self acknowledgement and congratulation.

Overall I love to participate and am already looking forward to LOL 11 because I love to Laugh Out Loud at my own silly comments. As always Lots Of Love to everyone.

Dr. Ken: Hermione -- I participated both as a blogger and a lurker. My blog, Spanking Minnesota, has participated almost every year--there were a couple of years, at least, where I never found out the date for LOL Day until it was actually here, so sometimes my LOL post went up at the last hour.

I heard from a lot of people I've never heard from, which I absolutely LOVE, and I thank each and everyone one of them for taking the time to comment. At the same time, the number of responses were (IMO) disappointing. Take away my responses, and I think there were maybe 15 total. I see other blogs getting 40 and 50 and can't help but wish I could get that kind of response. No idea how to do it, though.

I know last year I suggested an LOL week, but now I don't know. Maybe try a 3-day event, as Downunder Don suggested. Even that might be unnecessary--the LOL Day posts aren't exactly going away, after all. I mean, I don't think any of us say, "Well, LOL Days are over, I'll delete the posts now." They're a part of the blog, and anyone can still come in and comment on them. So, bottom line--I don't know. :-) As I said, I'm in an odd place right now between being happy for all the great people who delurked and commented, and disappointed that I couldn't entice more people to do so.

Bonnie: I've participated all ten years. The last two were as a blogger. Before that, I scrambled to coordinate an event that defies coordination. Even with lots of help from you, Hermione, and others, it was exhausting. I never seriously considered the multi-day format because I knew I couldn't last that long.

I certainly enjoy meeting new people and reconnecting with old friends. Someone described LOL Day a spanko community block party. I think that fits, or perhaps it's a huge family picnic where a bunch of new relatives arrive each year.

A related benefit that gets less discussion is the opportunity for people to connect in real life. I know several couples who credit LOL Day for their introduction. I also know of good friends who first met on LOL Day. That's great.

I love it when lurkers become commenters and commenters become bloggers. This growth process has played out many times to the benefit of our community.

I can't think of anything I dislike.

As for encouraging more bloggers to participate, we used to send invitations via e-mail. That worked great, but it became too huge and time consuming. Maybe if we could organize a committee and divide the work...

I would like to see us get more Tumblr bloggers involved because this is where a lot of the growth is occurring. I don't see much crossover between Tumblr and Blogger/Wordpress reader bases. Maybe we can make strides in this area. I will get a Tumblr account of that's what it takes.

On the other hand, maybe this size is fine. I know pretty much everyone, though some better than others. I like that.

Thank you for hosting our successful LOL 10. I believe I have a good idea of what it takes to make this event happen. It's more than most people probably realize. Our community is stronger today because of your efforts.

Ron: I was a lurker years ago. Around the beginning of 2006. Didn't know that it would lead me meeting a lady and that she would get me to join that site. When I started lurking, it was more about stories until I met her. We fell in love and got married.

From lurking and reading I started to write spanking stories. I was lucky to meet other writers that I thought were great. My wife and I still enjoy the life style. Something about a bottom changing colors is quite nice.

Minelle: I always enjoy LOL day. I think I have participated since I have blogged...Not sure if that is 2 or three times...Ha ha! I always feel awkward initially wondering if the person wants to hear from me, or even knows me. I go back in time before I commented alot, then I get into the swing of the party atmosphere and just love it. It seems like everyone enjoys it! I do find it hard to get around to everyone...I hope to visit some blogs this week!
Thank you so much for all your hard work! It is much appreciated!!

Michael M: Yup, I participated and happy to do so. It was lurking that got me blogging after all.
Can't think of anything much to do different.
It is interesting to see the pageviews go up so much on the LOL day(s) and that was pleasing in and of itself, even if they did not all comment.
Thanks for organising it.

Lindy: Hi Hermione, Thank you so much for hosting LOL day this year. I participated as a blogger for the first time this year and thoroughly enjoyed it. I've managed to meet a few new people so hopefully they will stick around. I'm a bit like Dr Ken and saw some bloggers receive heaps of responses and wondered why I didn't. Maybe as Downunder Don says do it over a 3 day weekend. It took a bit of time to go through all the list and then I had trouble remembering which ones I had visited.
Apart from this I think you did a wonderful job.

Nina: Hi Hermione, thank you for hosting LOL Day, I loved it. I participated as a blogger and lurker. I enjoy this opportunity to reach out to other bloggers and also to comment in blogs where I usually read without writing.
To turn this into a two day event was awesome, it helped me a lot to have much time to read in some blogs I didn't know. I don't know if there is anything that should be changed, because I thought it was a fun event the way it was. Thank you!

Pearl: First, thank you for keeping LOL day going. I do love to participate as a blogger and a lurker. My favorite thing is to get connected with new blogs and to be introduced to some new readers. In my busy life it is difficult to search out new blogs.

I like the idea of a 3 day event as well.

Eric and Amy: Hermione! Your LOL two day event was a great time for me. New to ttwd, blogging and this community, it was not only fun to receive lots of comments and to explore everyone on your list, but I found it incredibly inspiring to see through comments all of the connections and friendships that your participants have with each other. Those of you who have been blogging for years have wonderful stories and experiences to share about your journey in this non-vanilla place but you are also real people who support each other in many personal trials and tribulations as well.

Next year, maybe there could be a countdown to LOL day (kind of like an advent calendar). Each day the hostess could post a new clip art counting down to the event and everyone else could share it on his/her blog. Just an idea!

Thank you again for doing this. ;)

Ella: Thank you, Hermione, for all the effort you put into this event. It was my first time, and I participated as a blogger and a visitor to other blogs, old and new. I met some new people and enjoyed the ones I already knew. Since it was my first time, I was also glad to have a chance to thank the bloggers that have encouraged me as I started up this year. It did, indeed, feel like a party. But I felt like I was late.

I love the idea of advertising as Amy said above. Then our silent readers would know what to expect. Also wish someone would have helped me understand what was expected of me. Working full time, I didn't realize how far behind I was until it was almost over. I needed the luxury of my weekend to really enjoy everyone. Do like the Friday, Saturday, Sunday idea, too.

You are a real special lady to organize this whole thing.

Jan: Hi Hermione, I did take part, as both a blogger and a lurker. I love this day although I don't think it was as busy as last year. It's great to meet new people and I feel like it pulls us all together. Thanks so much for hosting and to Bonnie for starting it.

Jenn: Eric51Amy49 has a great idea. Post ahead of time.

Ronnie: Thank you for hosting LOL days. I am so pleased you decided to carry on from Bonnie.

I did participate as a blogger and a lurker. It was my 7th year.

I love meeting new friends and having lurkers who have been reading for a while come out and leave a comment. It's like a big party where new people come along who then become friends.

Can think of anything I dislike.

I think the format works well. Having it over 2 days was a great idea.

Not sure how we can attract more bloggers to participant. Promote it more not just the week before the date. Not sure how. Thinking on that.

You as the organiser may have thoughts on how to improve (though I can't think of anything that would)

If I can do anything to help you know you just have to ask.
Hermione: Thank you all for your words of encouragement and for your suggestions. I think that a countdown is a good idea, as well as having more bloggers spread the word about the upcoming event. I do worry that because my blog does not have the huge readership that Bonnie's does, not enough people find out about it until it's over, if at all.

I remember the old days, of assembling over 300 email addresses of active bloggers so that Bonnie could contact each blogger to let them know about the upcoming LOL. That was when LOL was kept secret until the actual day. Invariably, some bloggers were unintentionally left out and that caused hurt feelings.

Involving Tumblr blogs seems a logical next step, but commenting on those blogs might be problematic for most of us. With certain exceptions, they do seem to be in a separate section of the blogosphere, with a different focus.

Since Remembrance Day / Veteran's Day falls on Thursday next year (and I intentionally avoid that day), a three-day weekend LOL celebration might be worth trying.

Onward and upward!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #99

Well, we have had an exciting week here in spanko blogland. Some of us are still celebrating the tenth annual Love Our Lurkers. We had a good number of participating blogs, and I noticed quite a few first-time commenters. Now I would like to hear from you. What are your thoughts on Love Our Lurkers? Here are a few questions; you may answer some or all of them, or simply tell me your opinion.
  • Did you participate, either as a lurker or as a blogger?
  • What do you enjoy about it? What do you dislike?
  • What works and what doesn't?
  • How can we attract more participants?
  • What can we do to improve LOL Days next year?
  • Any other thoughts?
Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.  I would especially like to encourage my silent readers to tell me what they think.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 13, 2015

We Love Our Lurkers

Come out, come out, wherever you are! Once again it's time for all lurkers to declare themselves. It's day two of our annual lurker lovefest.

If you are a regular, semi-regular, or occasional reader of Hermione's Heart, but have never been brave enough to leave a comment, this is your chance. I would love to meet you. You may remain anonymous if you wish, or use a fictitious name. You may say whatever you like. "Hello" is just fine. Or you might want to answer this question: How long have you been interested in spanking?

Watch this post for bloggers who are Loving their Lurkers today. If your blog is on Bonnie's Good and Hot blogroll, I'll find you. Or leave a comment to let me know you are participating.

Florida Dom's CornerAmi's Star Song
A Day in the LifeRollin Hand's Disciplinary Tales
ChrossLil Sams
His Cheeky SubHappily Surrendered
Spanking BloggThe Arousal Curator
James StephensonGiggles,Grins and Reflections
Spanking Sarah GregoryRelativity
Blondie's BlogMy Bottom Smarts
Awesome Feeling of LoveErica Scott
Becoming BabygirlAu Fil des Jours
The Power ExchangeGrumpy Old Fart
Everyday SpankingsMy Personal Thinking Spot
A Place of Fancies Acknowledging Imperfection
Spanking MinnesotaDisciplined Husbands Forum
Ella Ever AfterThis Whole Thing
A Submission to SlaveryLudwig's Rohrstockpalast
Finally Finding "Me"Consensual Spanking
My Personal Thinking SpotThe Blog of Fred
New Twist, After All These YearsAn English Rose
A Voice in the CornerRonnie's Soul
Eric 51 Amy 49Disciplined Behaviour
Our Bottoms BurnDownunder Dreaming
Cassie's SpaceNew Beginnings
Aimless RamblingsA Place to Share
Leigh SmithMy Breath

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, November 11, 2015


There is no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friends.

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

From the Top Shelf - One

We have come to the final installment of Myra's punishment, from the story "Three-Two-One" written by Colin Weaver for Februs. As you recall, Myra was sentenced to receive three spankings, two tawsings, and one caning. She accomplished most of that in parts one and two, but still has one tawsing and the caning to go before the end of two weeks. Time is running out; will she make it?

All this time Myra had been on leave from her job. On the Thursday of the second week she was summoned back to work.

"Miss Leverson," said Mr Brown, her immediate boss. "I understand you are undergoing a course of correction and that's why you took leave."

Myra blushed to the roots of her hair. "Yes sir," she muttered.

"Without making mention of this conviction to your employer as you are supposed to do! This could be quite serious, Myra."

Myra hung her head, regretting her bashful stupidity.

"I have often thought, "said Mr Brown, slowly," what a remarkably attractive bottom you have. Maybe..."

Myra sighed. "Alright Mr Brown, I get the picture. I have to fit in another strapping from someone so it might as well be you."

Myra had hoped for privacy but he pushed her into the outer office. In front of the whole staff, he put Myra over her own desk with her skirt up and her knickers in the waste basket. She was hotly aware of her shame, knowing that every eye was on the shapely bottom that Mr Brown so admired.

Then the tawse swung down and for the next few minutes Myra's office colleagues watched and listened, fascinated, as the attractive brunette took a damned good hiding; the juicy smacks of leather on naked female flesh; Myra's shrieks and sobs and heartfelt entreaties; the squirming body and flailing legs revealing to horny male clerks those secret valleys they had hitherto only fantasised about, and the awesome effect of the vigorously wielded tawse upon Myra's defenceless buttocks.

Mr Brown did not have the experience of Mrs Macilse, but he had great enthusiasm and a strong right arm. After Myra's punished rear had endured a red-hot dozen she wailed, "Mr Brown, I can't take any more. I just can't!"

"Perhaps," said Mr Brown, "we could come to an understanding. If you agree that from now on you will go across my knee as an accepted form of office discipline."

"Yes, yes, you can spank me whenever you like! But no more tawse now- pleeease!"

"Oh I think you can take three more," said Mr Brown.

Crack! "Oooooooooooh!"

Crack! "Aaaaaaaaaaaagghh!"

Crack! "Eeeeeeeeeyowwwwww!"

* * *

"Myra," said Toni, a couple of days later, "You still have a caning to come don't you?"

"Yes, it's the last day," sighed Myra. "I'm not trying to avoid it - but who is going to cane me?"

"Why not go to Mr Sheldon again?"

"You're not allowed to get punishment from the same person twice," said Myra, but she phoned Terence Sheldon anyway.

"No problem, my dear," he said. "Come over tonight. Everything will be arranged."

"So," said Myra at 7:30 that evening, "Who is going to cane me?"

"Jane!" said Mr Sheldon. "She has a great deal of experience."

His wife laughed at Myra's look of surprise. "No I haven't caned the kids - and certainly not Terence! I belong to an elite group of women who enjoy both giving and taking punishment." She hesitated, then added, "There might be an opening for another member. I sense something about you."

"That," said Myra, " is something to think about later. For the present I'd like to get my punishment over."

Mrs Sheldon looked at her thoughtfully. "Trousers tonight I see. Well that was a bit silly. Very well, take them off - and your shoes, socks and knickers."

A little later, Myra, blushing furiously and naked from the waist down was trying to avoid Mr Sheldon's eye. Two chairs had been placed back to back.

"Kneel on one," instructed Mrs Sheldon. "Bend over and grasp the seat of the other.

In that position, Myra's bare bottom felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. Which, she realised, was the idea! She closed her eyes. 'I've learned my lesson,' she told herself, 'I really and truly have!'

And then the first expertly delivered stroke of the cane thwacked agonisingly across her quivering buttocks.

Much later, when she had been allowed out of the corner after a seeming eternity of weeping repentance, she reluctantly squeezed her throbbing bottom into trousers which had somehow become too tight.

"Jane," she said. "You'll forgive me if I don't make an immediate answer to your offer, won't you? I have a very painful fortnight to get over first. Meanwhile - do you know anybody who wants to buy an antique lawnmower?"

I'm afraid I can't help Myra out. but I would like to know more about that ladies' club. And wasn't it convenient that Mr Brown just happened to have a tawse handy?
From Hermione's Heart