Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 28

How do you feel about spanking parties? This is what you had to say:

Six of the best: Yes, in my younger years I did attend some spanking party's. Some of the events were to my liking,Others such as bondage events turned me off.

abby: I have never been, but would love to attend one. Not sure how eager I would be to participate, but would love taking every thing in.

Simon: For a long time I avoided parties and my spanking experiences were on a 1 to 1 basis. Then a few years ago I attended a Fem-Dom spanking party with my Mistress and enjoyed myself immensely. I was punished by a number of ladies in front of a small audience and watched other gentlemen being punished which was fun but also for about the first time got to speak to a number of people with similar interests in disciplinary games. Since then I have attended a number of parties,both Fem-Dom and switch, and have spanked and caned several very attractive ladies and of course been punished by them. They haven't replaced the sessions with my Mistress but instead are an occasional extra adding a little variety to my spanking life.

Bogey: For some years, we attended parties. They were spanking only. We enjoyed them and learned a lot about ourselves.

S: In college days we tried anything, and I was tempted by a spanking party. A dozen of us met, and after a few drinks, we got started, and us six girls lined up behind a sofa, and bent ourselves over its back. The boys worked down the line, and soon a large male palm smacked down on my tightly-clad bum. Six good spanks, and I was tingling happily. We stood up, and then things got going as two names were drawn, and a card saying 'Six with the slipper, skirt up'. She was made to lift her skirt, and touch her toes, whilst her partner applied those noisy whacks, across the thin silk of her knickers. She stood up, rubbing her rear, grinning cheekily.

Two more spankings, and then I heard my name called out, ' A dozen hand spanks, bare bottom'. Oh no, I had not bargained for that, as my partner Tom sat down, and patted his lap invitingly. I sprawled over his thighs, and felt his hand tug up my skirt, and then my face blushed crimson, as my panties were pulled down to my stocking tops. I clenched my cheeks, and tried to preserve my modesty, in vain. His spanks were hearty, and by the end I was smarting roundly, but sexily; I struggled to my feet, and hastily re-covered my glowing bottom.

I earned two more spankings that evening, a hairbrush spanking on my thin skirt, and another hand spanking on the seat of my knickers, by which time I was keen to take on any male in the house!
I went to several more parties, but after I met D, my bottom was strictly reserved for him only.

Dr. Ken: I've been to several. Some were better than others. Some were very clique-y. Some were open, warm and friendly. Your experience definitely varies. I've been a member of Chicago Crimson Moon for all 20+ years of its existence, and have always enjoyed their gatherings. I'll be there in July again this year....

Abby Williams: I wouldn't want to go to a party where the intention is to spank or be spanked. Mr. W and I are monogamous in all things, so participating with others is a no-go, and I get my voyeuristic/exhibitionist jollies out online, so I don't have a craving to watch or be watched either. However, I would love to go to a spanking/impact play expo someday. Meeting the vendors who make our toys, meeting other spanking enthusiasts, and learning about new techniques or alternate ways to use implements in demonstrations would be fantastic.

Sir Wendel: Sounds interesting but I don't think I would ever go.

Ronnie: I would love to attend a spanking party though I'm not sure I would want to participate.

Hermione: It's something to think about. While I imagine it could be lots of fun with people you know, in a comfortable atmosphere, I would be too shy to actually accept an invitation to attend.

That's quite a range of responses. Thank you all for contributing.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #114

Welcome back once more, dear friends, to another spanko brunch. February is nearly over and that means Spring is just around the corner for those of us in the northern hemisphere.

This might be a quiet weekend for many of us, but Erica Scott is having the time of her life at a spanking party in Las Vegas. That brings us to today's discussion topic.

Have you ever been to a spanking party? If so, what were your impressions? If not, and if time and money were no object, would you consider attending one?

Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion on Monday.

You Completed the Caption

I was flabbergasted by the large number of captions I received for this motivational poster. So without further ado, here they are:

Fred: BEHAVE YOURSELF
Or else!

Ella: REGRET

Leigh: RIGHT SIDE UP.

Red: A LEARNING SITUATION
Now I know what buttons to push to obtain a spanking whenever I want

Simon: MOTIVATION
Motivation doesn't last so we recommend it daily

Six of the best: SUCCESS
in the Boardroom means access to her bottom

SUCCESS TO THE TOP
means access to her BOTTOM 

Anon 1: BASTARD
Just wait until I get him tied down

Ronnie: BOTTOMS
Sometimes they just need to be spanked

Anon 2: THE MORE YOU BURN
the more you learn!

ASSPIRATIONS
Motivated dreams/hopes of being permitted sexual access to someone's behind 

HINDSIGHT
Always 20/20. 20 on the left, 20 on the right, 20 with the belt, hairbrush, etc., etc.

PRINCIPLES
They're worth standing up for

ATTITUDE
Always needs to be adjusted

A PINK BOTTOM
The true sign he loves you

HAPPINESS
Is a warm bottom

SPANKING
It's what what happens to naughty brats

Baxter: GOP
The right was spanked more than the right. They deserve it

Sir Wendel: THE BELT
Not just for holding pants up

Dr. Ken: "Failure to do YOUR job properly will result in the Company Disciplinarian doing HIS job properly!"

Kingspan: Remember: When you look back on the choices you made today, one way or another you will feel a warm glow.

Anon 3: SPANKING
When talking just won't get the message through

RUEFULNESS
The feeling you get when you look back and realize you really won't be able to sit down for a week

Hermione: SPANKING
It's not just for breakfast anymore.

Friday FAIL

Let's go shopping at Walmart and pick up some half-price Valentine's chocolates. After all, who wants a heart-shaped box of candy on February 15?

Mmm, yummy!

Excuse me, madam, do you own a mirror?

Unbelievable

The Walmart auto repair shop makes it easy for customers to deescribe the problem

Not me!

For another challenge, have a go at this week's Complete the Caption.

Complete the Caption

Today I thought I would try something different. I'm sure you have all seen those motivational posters that often line the walls of boardrooms and halls in the workplace. You know, there's a large, motivational word like TEAMWORK or SUCCESS or DETERMINATION, then underneath in smaller print, there's a short, inspiring message.

So the challenge is to try your hand at making the photo above a motivational poster. Or if you prefer,  you can give it any caption you like, motivational or otherwise. The choice is yours.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will motivate myself to publish your contributions on Saturday.

From the Top Shelf - The Note

Today I have something a bit different for you. It's a short story published on Gail's World, and I liked it so much I want to share the beginning with you.

The Note

The Situation

“The trouble with me punishing you, Caitlin” Anne-Marie opined, “is that you have become immune to it!”

Anne-Marie was in lecture mode; I hate it when she is like that! I have to admit that she was right, to some extent. Yes, the spanking were painful, the belt and the cane so much more so than her hand, yet after a while the pain wore off and was replaced by the most pleasant of glows. It was a glow that I had come to love, one that stoked fires and spread life to nerves that should have been out of play. It was almost worth wile copping a punishment to have that pressure start to build and a fiery orgasm build.

I was standing in front of her desk, with the back of my skirt pinned up, and my panties down around my ankles. Yet, even standing in front of her like that in what should have been a humiliating way, I felt no embarrassment, just irritation at her lecturing. She had seen me in so many compromising positions during all sorts of activities that one sees when sharing a home: being spanked, being loved, sitting in a bath, or masturbating to climax; this was hardly an eye opener.

She put down the cane which she had been flexing between her fingers; long, strong fingers, I noted, which were beautifully manicured. I had visions of her holding a musical instrument with them, perhaps tapping rhythmically on the keys of a flute, or delicately grasping the bow of a cello. Instead, she picked up her pen and drew a notepad towards her. She eyed me contemplatively, and then wrote out a short note in her flowery script, signing it with a flourish.

“Here, take this,” she instructed me, handing the folded note to me over the desk. “When you bring it back signed, I will punish you. Perhaps this will bring the embarrassment of punishment back into your life.”

“Get it signed? By whom? What is the note?”

“Get is signed by anyone, Caitlin; I don’t care who.”

She dropped her eyes and returned to the work on her desk, dismissing me, shutting me out of her mind. I hated being ignored, being shut out like that; it was the worst kind of punishment. Dejected and confused, I left the room, clutching the note in my hand.

The Dilemma

Without knowing what I had to get signed, I knew I had to do it; Anne-Marie would just shut me out until I did, and I simply couldn’t live with that. Anything I had to put up with would be preferable to be being cut off behind the invisible walls she erected.

The stationery was Anne-Marie all-over: elegant and tasteful, no expense had been spared. Her signature monogram, an inter-twined “A” and “M” in gold-edged navy blue, graced the top left of the note card, a delicate bouquet of meadow flowers was hand painted in pastel shades on the top right.

Her script was flowing and feminine: “Caitlin is going to be spanked with a cane. She may want to tell you about it.”

The blood drained from my face as I read these words.

The second and final sentence on the notelette caused my heart to thump.

“Please sign below to indicate that she has told you all you wish to know.”

That was it!

The evil genius of this tactic put me into a spin. Who on earth could I get to sign this note? I certainly couldn’t go to my friends or family; I could picture the paroxysms of laughter and ridicule that something like this would invoke. My co-workers, my doctor, my hairdresser, the librarian, the barista...

I spun the list through my mind, frantically searching for a person who I could go to. I drank a cup of coffee alone; I was banished from Anne-Marie’s presence until this issue was resolved. Should I go onto The Net and put a request on one of the forums, or perhaps a CraigsList encounter? Every option seemed to be too dangerous or too personal.

Tucking the note into my purse, I headed out onto the street and down into the subway; I was desperate for inspiration.

Where do you think Caitlin is going, and who will she find to sign her note? Read the entire story here to find out.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 21

Our topic for discussion was rules, and this is what you said:

Ella: Good question, Hermione. Yes, there are a few serious rules that would result in a spanking. Things like safe and patient driving and letting Sam know when I get off work and where I am going. We also have a rule on sensible eating and maintaining a healthy weight. These rules were definitely agreed upon by both of us.

There can also be spankings for losing my temper, moodiness and snarky comments, as well as pulling away. These are decided only by Sam. I can protest, but it really doesn't change anything. These can be epic spankings depending on how Sam sees things.

Finally, there are several silly rules that can give Sam a chance to spank if he is in that kind of mood. This would be things like being sure his coffee is ready when he gets up. These are usually just fun.

Minelle: This is a good question! We don't really do rules. I know what will upset my guy. Mostly a certain type of spanking is related to my snarky attitude. Otherwise we have fun!

Jenn: We do a little of this. Can't write more tonight. Long weekend and I'm tired.

Leigh: No rules here, they'd only be broken anyway. It's fun fun fun until someone gets spanked.

Ronnie: Don't really do rules here. Swearing, snarky remarks and rudeness gets me spanked.

Anon 1: No rules yet, but we plan to set them. I think it will help because right now he doesn't spank me often enough. Mainly because he is still unsure of is authority over me, how often and why to spank.

Anon 2: We have two or three basic rules. There is no discussion only acceptance from him.

Hermione: Ron has plenty of rules. He's quite a stickler for meals on time, no food or beverages in the car, and which way the handle of his beer glass is pointing when I put a drink down in front of him (yes, really!) I try to toe the line in order to keep him happy, but breaking a rule never results in a spanking, because he doesn't spank for punishment. As I've said before, we spank for fun and enjoyment. Real punishment for me would be the elimination of spanking, and that isn't going to happen any time soon.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this subject.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #113

Hello, everyone! I'm glad you are able to join us for brunch today. Today I have a question for you that came to mind earlier this week, after I had spent a good part of the morning visiting spanking blogs that featured domestic discipline as the main reason for spanking.

In your relationship, are there rules which if not followed result in a spanking? Who sets them? Are the rules negotiable?

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

You Completed the Caption

An awkward pose, to be sure. But there must be a reason.

Baxter: Now I wonder why Ms Jones told me to prop myself in the chair like this, one foot without a sock? Of course she was arranging her canes in her office when she told me this instruction. Hmmm, well I will wait to see what happens.

Sir Wendel: Bob could not at his desk for the rest of the day after Miss Jones paddled his bottom for poor work performance.

Kingspan: Your online horoscope: Today, a mysterious stranger will sneak up behind you with a camera and a paddle.

Ronnie: This is different as I usually have to stand in the corner before my spanking.

Liza: After being busted for reading "Hermione's Heart" at work, Ted was told by his boss to get into position for his punishment.

Enzo: No caption, but I am noticing a troubling theme here across the spanking Blogosphere; men spanked at work.
Hmm, I am feeling compelled to remedy this and set the universe back in proper order with a tales of females spanked at work.

Abby Williams: Joe misunderstood IT's instruction to "Try turning it off and on again." He hoped his kittenish "spank-me" pose would turn his computer on so much that Windows would stop freezing, but he doubted it.

Hermione: Roger found working in this position awkward, but he couldn't sit down after the spanking his wife gave him when he arrived home for lunch without the loaf of bread she had asked him to pick up.

That's all for this week, but you're all invited to stay for brunch, coming up next.

Friday FAIL

I have been housebound all week after a record-breaking snowfall. In between shifts of digging out from under it and excavating the cars, I passed the time by preparing hearty, comforting meals for us. So this week's FAILs are all about food.

 Not sexist at all

 So what's the difference?

 An excellent learning opportunity

 Those must be beauty marks

What a novel suggestion

For more innovative ideas, scroll down and Complete the Caption.

Complete the Caption

This is a candid photo taken in an unnamed office, obviously by an individual with spanking on his or her mind. What do you think the employee is staring at?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will circulate your memos on Saturday.

A Winter Meme

Ella is an expert at creating memes, and she's done it again!


1. You have to leave your house because of a disaster. All the people and pets you love are safe. If you could carry out just one thing what would it be?

Probably my iPad.

2. Tell us about a book or series of books that you loved as a child.

As a little girl I was obsessed with horses. My favourites were the nine "Jill" books by Ruby Ferguson. I also enjoyed the pony books written by the three Pullein-Thompson sisters, Josephine, Diana and Christine.

When I reached my teens, I devoured all the James Bond novels, because I could find descriptions of sex there!

3. Name one item of clothing you love your spouse to wear.

He looks like a million dollars in his navy turtleneck shirt.

4. Name a lullaby your mum or dad sung to you that you sang to your children.

The only song I recall hearing in my childhood was my grandfather's rendition of "Tit WIllow" from The Mikado. That's not exactly a lullaby. I don't have any children so I've never sung a lullaby. I do sing "Eensy Weensy Spider" to my dogs when I'm brushing their teeth. Does that count?

5. Tell us about the fanciest restaurant you have eaten in.

It was a restaurant in a hotel on the waterfront. They actually served bottled water instead of just a glass of tap water. There was also an amuse bouche of lime sorbet served between courses.

6.Tell us about any phobias you have.

I am petrified of spiders and heights. I love mice and rats, though.

7.Is there something old from a family member you treasure?

I have a silver cross with black precious stones of some sort on an intricate chain, which was my grandmother's. I also have a very old brooch of hers, shaped like a peacock.

8.If there is reading material in your bathroom, what magazines or books could be found there?

We have an Uncle John book there. Ron swears he never looks at it, and I have only seldom glanced through it.

9.Tell us about your dearest childhood friend.

There were two, actually. They were twins, just three months older than me, but in the next higher grade at school. We played together as often as we could and visited each other's homes all the time. Then they went away to boarding school and I only saw them once more, at the wedding of the younger twin.

10.Is there a household task that belongs to your husband?

Yes, he has several. He does the vacuuming, carries the garbage and recycling to the street, and makes a big breakfast for us on Fridays and Saturdays.

11. Have you ever smoked pot? How old were you when you the first time? Do you still enjoy?

I tried it for the first time when I was 20 at university. I am not a smoker so I had trouble inhaling. I believe I felt slightly high that first time. I tried it a few more times over the next several years but it didn't do a thing for me.

12. If it is cold what do you wear in bed?

Socks and 2 dogs.

13. How old were you when you lost your virginity? Share any story you feel comfortable with.

I was 19 and was determined to lose my virginity before I turned 20.

14.Think of something you did as a kid which you were glad your parents never found out about. If you were a perfect child you can say "perfect" but the rest of us will hate you for it.

I was far from perfect! I stole a small toy from two children I was taken to visit. I regret it because they seemed to have very little to play with and I was greedy enough to take one of their few possessions.

15. Boob question! Think Goldilocks and the three  Bears.
Do you think your boobs are
a. too big
b. too small
c. just right
d. other

Ron thinks they are just right.

From the Top Shelf - The Conversion of Miss Henrietta Abbott

Today's extract is taken from the splendid novel, Fellowship of the Rod, by Jacqueline Ophir. It's a tale which moves from 18th century Switzerland to an Academy for Young Ladies in the city of Bath. It is at this academy that this extract is set. It's an amusing tale of the conversion of the Principal, Miss Henrietta Abbott regarding the use corporal punishment.

"Miss Crawfurd, I am most displeased. Please understand that - most displeased at the flaunting of my definite instructions." Thus Miss Henrietta Abbott on her return from Bournemouth.

"How so, Ma'am?"

"I strictly forbade the use of the birch."

"But the birch is not in use, Miss Abbott. Your instructions have been obeyed to the letter."

"It is not the letter of my instructions to which I refer, but the spirit. In my absence you have instituted a regime of physical punishment to which I am quite opposed!"

"But did I not understand you to say you approved, if only as a last resort?"

"I-I may have said something to that effect, yes."

"Then I have done no more than carry out your instructions."

Miss Abbott fanned herself and continued in embarrassment.

"But I am told that girls have been beaten on their..on their.."

"In the maternal manner," said Miss Crawfurd.

"By 'maternal manner' you mean..."

"On the bare skin," said Miss Crawfurd coolly."With my own hand. That is perfectly correct, ma'am. I judged the situation demanded it. Which is why I ordered these mild punishments."

"Mild?"

"Indeed so, ma'am. All smackings have been carried out in private - that is, in the presence of only Miss Newton and myself."

"I did not know that," said Miss Abbott. "I understood that some at least had been inflicted in the school."

"I have held that sanction back as yet, ma'am," said Miss Crawfurd,"though it may yet become necessary."

"Not while I am Principal!", said Miss Abbott with unusual vehemence."Such punishments are so...indelicate!"

"Indeed they are," replied Miss Crawfurd. "That is their value."

"Hmmmpphh!" said Miss Abbott. "I consider, Miss Crawfurd, that you have defied me in this matter and I am severely displeased."

"I am sorry that you feel that way, ma'am," said Miss Crawfurd, sweetly playing her trump. "Especially since the number of pupils has increased by four in your absence."

"What's that?" said the old lady, startled despite her annoyance.

"We have four new girls: Miss Heloise Farrar, Miss Daphne Carstairs, and the Misses Penelope and Patricia Wellingford. Thir parents applied for admission, and in your absence I took it upon myself to accept. Miss Farrar has been a pupil for three weeks, Miss Carstairs joined us last Tuesday week and the Wellingford sisters last week. All have happily settled in."

"Er...the fees?"

"Paid in advance, ma'am. I have all the receipts from the bank."

"Oh," said Miss Abbott faintly.

There was a minute's silence in Miss Abbott's study.

"It seems, ma'am, that Miss Christabel de Vere wrote home to her parents, complaining about a punishment that I had awarded and which Miss Newton, on my instructions and in my presence, administered," said Miss Crawfurd.

"There! You see?" began Miss Abbott.

"From a letter I received shortly afterwards from Mr Wellingford, who I understand is a close friend of Mr. De Vere, it was this very knowledge that persuaded Mr Wellingford to withdraw his daughters from their old school and place them with us." continued the younger woman smoothly.

"Oh!" said Miss Abbott again and began to wipe her spectacles.

"I shall have to think about this a little more, Miss Crawfurd," she said, after a moment. "In the meantime, please understand, I wish you to carry out no more physical punishments."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, Miss Crawfurd."

And that might have been the end of this particular story had it not been that Fate - a female of course - stepped in and played a vital part.

We were speaking of Miss Daphne Carstairs, one of the new girls. Daphne was sixteen, a red-headed, green-eyed girl with wild, almost feline, good looks, high intelligence and a no less high opinion of herself. She had of course initially been told of the kinds of punishment that awaited her were she to transgress, but had so far seen no evidence of them, and after her first week or so of treading carefully, had grown a little scornful. She had begun to misbehave and, as this deterioration in her conduct had coincided with the return of the Principal from Bournemouth and the new injunction against corporal punishment, she had begun to fancy that she had been spun a tissue of lies, and her scorn had turned to contempt, while her behaviour, already poor, had become markedly worse.

She had revealed herself as something of a bully, and due within weeks to attain the status of Great Girl, had begun to throw her weight about in the Lower Class. In the opinion of both Miss Newton and Miss Crawfurd, she sadly needed taking down a peg or two, but in obedience to their employer's instructions, they had stayed their hands, to see what might transpire. In the meantime, the rest of the Lower Class had seen Daphne get away with murder again and again, and as a result general discipline, hard won in the three months of Miss Abbott's absence, was already beginning to crack.

Miss Carstairs was a Bad Influence; but Fate had marked her down.

Her comeuppance happened like this.

It was a Friday morning, and the occasion of Miss Henrietta Abbott's weekly class in Scripture for the benefit of the whole school of twenty-one pupils. As usual, her lesson, delivered in a barely audible voice, was boring in the extreme; and Daphne Carstairs, not entirely without reason, had begun to fidget and show off to younger girls by making faces.

Miss Abbott droned on, and - unseen by her - Daphne's behaviour deteriorated. At the back of the class, Miss Newton's fingers clenched and unclenched at the spectacle of this unchecked little chit mocking the headmistress, but on receipt of a warning frown from her ally, Miss Crawfurd, said and did nothing.

Miss Carstairs' behaviour grew steadily worse; she had begun to throw pieces of wadded paper at one of the girls in front of her.

Still Miss Abbott did not notice.

Then Miss Carstairs went truly beyond the bounds of mere naughtiness. She dipped a wad of paper in her inkwell and threw that.

Enter Fate, wearing a Gioconda smile.

Miss Carstairs really should have been more careful, but as luck would have it, she did not properly withdraw the paper from the inkwell before casting it; with the result that the inkwell - of the loose-socket fitting type - came free at the same time, so that when the inky paper was thrown, so was the vessel containing the liquid in which it had been dipped.

The wad of paper hit its target, causing a splatter of ink on the back of the junior's neck, and a squeal from the target; but more to the point the inkwell itself sailed through the air and struck Miss Abbott on the very crown of her head.

"Oh!" said the old lady, tottering back, her spectacles slipping down her nose. The inkwell stuck in her coiffure and the dark fluid cascaded down her face and all over her dress.

Before anyone could make a move, even before the collective gasp of outrage from the class had diminished - for the old lady was popular with the children and an assault upon her person was no way to win friends - Miss Crawfurd was striding down the aisle with purposeful intent. She reached the desk at which Miss Daphne Carstairs was sitting, the girl aghast at this turn of events, and without speaking, hauled the naughty girl to her feet by the scruff of her dress at the neck, and frog-marched her to the front of the class.

"With your permission, ma'am," said Miss Crawfurd, calmly, and pulled out a chair.

Miss Abbott sat down weakly in her own chair. She was the Principal; she had the power to forbid the event about to take place, but the ink had run down her face and there was a gleam of anger in her watery old eyes that no one could ever remember seeing before. At all events she nodded to Miss Crawfurd, as if to say "Continue!"

Miss Crawfurd pinned the furiously struggling girl down with her powerful left hand, and with her right proceeded to turn back her green frock, and, after that, the white petticoats. Miss Carstairs' drawers thus came into public view.

There was a buzz of rabid excitement from the class, many of whom were standing up to get a better view. Neither Miss Crawfurd or Miss Newton saw fit to curb their enthusiasm.

Miss Crawfurd had now unbuttoned the flaps at the rear of the lacy pantalettes. With a swift movement she hauled this vital garment down to Miss Carstairs' knees.

Miss Carstairs squealed in mortification and rage and kicked furiously. It availed her nothing.

Miss Crawfurd now began to spank her, with great crackling blows from her wide palm. Within a trice Miss Carstairs' tender fundament had turned bright pink. By the sixth mighty slap it had become a brilliant scarlet. By the twelfth it was the colour of a well-aged claret - but by this time Miss Carstairs' furious yells of rage had turned into wild howls of pain. And by the thirtieth mighty smack, she had even ceased to wriggle and was sobbing broken-heartedly.

The watching faces revealed prurience, curiosity and other emotions; but not one face displayed sympathy. In her short time at the Abbott School, Daphne Carstairs had made too many enemies. The girl she had splashed with ink was wide-eyed with excitement.

This was the first physical punishment inflicted in public in the history of the Abbott School.

Miss Crawfurd stood the weeping criminal on her feet and shook her.

"Miss Daphne Carstairs," she said, and you may believe it was NOT in a tone of loving kindness. "Your behaviour has been an outrage. For the rest of the lesson you will stand in the corner, bare as you are, your hands on your head, speaking to no-one. For the remainder of the school week you will wear no frock, merely a single short petticoat, and you will also wear a placard around your neck, which you will prepare yourself, saying 'UNGOVERNABLE'. You will sleep by yourself in the sanatorium. You will write one thousand lines of Cicero in your best handwriting.

"If during the course of that week you attempt to speak to anyone save myself, Miss Newton, Mrs. Sumner or the Headmistress, you will be severely whipped in front of the whole school with a birch rod you have prepared yourself."

She fixed the rest of the pale and awe-struck Lower Class with a flaming eye.

"-And if any girl attempts to speak to Miss Carstairs during the week to come, she will be caned. Is that understood?"

A frightened mumble from the class.

"Is that understood?"

"Y-Yes , ma'am!"

"Miss Abbott, by your leave," said Miss Crawfurd, turning to her ink-stained employer - who had made no effort whatever to intervene during the impressive but well-earned punishment which had just taken place, and indeed sat with an expression very close to malevolent satisfaction on her face - "By your leave, ma'am, you should withdraw and attend..."

"Yes, yes, of course, Miss Crawfurd," said Miss Abbott, rising to her feet. "I will withdraw. And may I say that your actions have my complete approval. My complete approval!"

The Principal has come to her senses at last. I do hope the ink wasn't the permanent kind.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 14

This week we discussed music to spank by, and you had a variety of opinions on the subject.

Simon: Simple answer no! We almost never have music playing partly because we have very different tastes in music and partly because we find it distracting. However I have been known to sing (badly) if I'm waiting for punishment to recommence i.e. if I'm tied up or in the corner. This only happens if she is out of the room as I am supposed to be contemplating the next part of my punishment.

Abby Williams: Happy Valentine's Day! We have on occasion played cello concertos in the background, mostly Bach. These added a dark, brooding, slightly ominous element to our playtime, which certainly has its place on occasion. I wouldn't want to have anything with lyrics playing - that would be distracting. The other music I wouldn't want playing is the piano theme from the horror film "Candyman" which was also later used in an episode of American Horror Show: Asylum. If any subs who are also horror buffs are reading these comments, you can imagine how terrifying that would be. TOO dark, brooding, and ominous for sure.

Baxter: No never had music. We go to our lower back bedroom for our fun time of sex and spanking and we light some candles and incense, to set the mood. I think music would be a distraction from spanking and fucking. :)

Jenn: I never have had music playing, but I think some nice classical selections might be nice. I agree that music with lyrics might be distracting, but I might be able to find some that are not very intrusive. This idea seems better for erotic spankings than the other types.

Lizzie: We often have music playing when we play at home. I think we got into the habit when we were meeting and playing in hotels. Craig would bring his JamBox to play loud music to cover the sound of our play. Most playlists are designed to be played loud, with a strong, steady beat. At times when we play, Craig will time his swats to the beat.

Due to experience and memory with these playlists, I recognize the songs that Craig prefers to play to and I get a bit excited when I hear that music playing. The music can be tingle-inducing, like the sight of him taking off his belt. :)

On the other hand, when we just have an OTK spanking, we rarely play music. The music playlists are reserved for more intense scenes, or scenes with more setup than a straight-forward spanking.  

Dr. Ken: I've never had music playing, no. I like to set my own pace and rhythm to a spanking, and I worry that the rhythm of the music would interfere, or I'd unintentionally start following it

Arched one: Happy Valentine's Day Hermione. We never have music playing but when my bottom is being attended to in a hotel we will have the TV on to cover the spanking noise.

Anon 1: It just must be "The Anvil Chorus" from the opera Il Trovatore. Quite a long piece of music, so a very hot bot by the time it's finished, at one spank to each blow to the anvil

Ronnie: We do have music or the radio playing but that's just to cover sound if neighbours are in.

Sir Wendel: The sounds of the hand, paddle or belt smacking the bottom is music to our ears. Nothing else needed.

Anon 2: I was just 18 when I received my first spanking. It was from a professional woman and she had on Ravel's Bolero. I must admit I am aroused any time * hear that music. And no I would never be spanked to that music again. It would seem to me to be almost a sin!
Happy Valentine’s Day Hermione.

KB: We never have music on but I broke my phone and the only way I could hear the phone ring was if I listened to music on the phone. I started listening to the same music always when I was on my way to met with her so I could hear the phone ring so she could tell me where exactly she was. That was a year and a half ago, but now whenever I hear one of those songs I get butterflies in my stomach!

ricky: I was once spanked to the drumbeat of Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman". Well, truth be told, I had to ask her to stop.
Give me Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" any day. You know, PAT pat, pat, pat; PAT pat, pat, pat . . .
(Sigh . . .)

Enzo: Nope no music here either, but always wanted to have "Ride Of The Valkyries" (made popular by Apocalypse Now) playing as a sort of tongue-in-cheek buildup before a planned spanking session.

Hermione: We used to have the radio on, tuned to the local easy-listening station, playing softly in the background. But now all the local radio stations have changed their format to current music (?) and rap, so the radio stays off. I think it would be fun to be spanked to Ravel's "Bolero", even before I read Anon 2's comment. The slow, steady beat would work very nicely.


Thanks to all of you who joined in the conversation. I hope you all had a lovely Valentine's celebration.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #112

Welcome, fellow brunchers, to our weekly get-together. It's Valentine's Day, and the shops are decked out in various shades of pink and red. Our thoughts turn to romance and love, and one way to put lovers in the mood for romance is by playing inspiring music. Today's topic, suggested by an anonymous reader, explores that subject.

Do you ever play music while engaging in spanking? What type of music puts you in the mood? Do certain tunes act as a deterrent?

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

You Completed the Caption

What do these two lovers have to say to one another? I'll let you answer that question.

Ronnie: I wish he'd stop talking and just spank me.

Amy: Him: Honey, how am I supposed to attend this function without a shirt? Looks like we'll be spending the night at home, "discussing" your inability to get to the dry cleaner before it closed.
Her: Grin.

Leigh: Honey, I'm sorry, what can I do to make it better?

DelFonte: How much longer do we have to lie here for this damn photo? The petals are making me sneeze.

Pearl: The problem with the photo? Clothes are on.

Jay: Mr Grey has changed his colour scheme.

Welcome back, Jay!

Baxter: I agree with PearlNecklace. my first impression was about the clothes. But then again, the guy seems to be trying to make up for some stupid thing he did or said and the girl is not having it. the resolution should be him stripping and handing her a belt or paddle and asking for correction.(Sorry no caption, just analyzing.)

Simon: Her: "I must admit I wondered how you managed to spend that much money at Interflora.".

Dr. Ken: She: "Well, let's see. I told you I'd been a very naughty Valentine, I rolled onto my stomach and my bum is up in the air. If you can't figure out what to do next, I'm getting a new boyfriend!"


Vfrat25000: NEWS HEADLINE
There has been an explosion at the Acme Rose Petal Nursery. No injuries, just a whole sh*t-load of rose petals floating around and two people out front acting weird. It appears the man has had his shirt blown off. Stay tuned for further updates!!!

Well that’s just great. She got drunk and passed out right before my grand finale of the rose petal thunderstorm. She won’t remember a thing and will probably be pissed because of the hangover. Bummer!

Don’t move, Harriett. We’ll say you slipped on rose petals. I see a big paycheck from Walmart headed our way!

NEVER beg for sex….even during a rose petal thunderstorm!

So your friend and neighbor Julie got a really sexy spanking with a heart shape paddle. They were sold out when I went to get one! Can’t I just paint one of our wood kitchen spoons red and put a bow on it. Please…..!

OOPS!!!! I’m sorry Michelle, I thought you were Pamela. There are so many darn rose petals floating around I can’t tell you gals apart. Can we just forget about where I put my hand a minute or two ago.

Liza: Ronnie and her husband at the book cover photo shoot for her new book.

Anon: "I'm sorry I disappointed you, Sweetheart. I'll bare myself, hand you my belt and submit to well deserved discipline. But, please, let this whole argument be over."

Hermione: These rose petals are going to stain the sheets. I'll have to spank him for that later.

Friday FAIL

Valentine's Day is coming so let's have some heart-shaped fun.

Are they trying to say "Kiss my heart-shaped ass"?

A lovely Valentine sentiment

But I'd never admit it

The true test of love

So dominant. I love it!

For more Valentine fun, Complete the Caption.

Complete the Caption

Valentine's Day is coming up soon, and this couple has started celebrating early. But what seems to be the problem?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will send Cupid out to deliver your sentiments on Saturday.

Ronnie's Been Published!

Our good friend Ronnie has published a book of her spanking stories at LSF Publications. The stories are true, and here's a description of what you'll find inside:

Real life spankophile, Ronnie Soul, shares with us some of the things she and her husband get up to in the privacy of their own home, or in a hotel, on board a boat... you name it. Here are extracts from her now not-so-secret diary, each piece focusing on a specific occasion, utilising hand, canes, paddles, rulers, or anything else that happens to be handy that can be used to spank a naughty female bottom. And Ronnie does get spanked - often! Sometimes because she's messed up or been jealous or cheeky, sometimes because spanking is a great form of stress relief, and sometimes simply for the hell of it as she and her partner enjoy it as a fundamental part of their domestic discipline marriage. And then of course there are the delicious after-effects of such spankings to be savoured... where the sex is as sizzling as her well-spanked bottom.

I know you'll want a copy of your own, to read and re-read. Click on the image in the sidebar on the right. You won't regret it!