Thursday, March 31, 2016

Complete the Caption

This lady from the Fifties looks mighty stern. Could it be that her Jello salad didn't set? Did she burn the chicken croquettes because someone distracted her? I suspect that someone will need a pillow on their dining room chair before the day is over.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your letters of apology on Saturday.

From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Look who's back!

After a three-year hiatus, Steven, Lady Layne and Luiza are back to entertain us with their spanking exploits on SpankozBlog.

I encourage you to visit their blog, and if you want a really good read to get started, I found this post on exercises for spanking quite fascinating!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

From the Top Shelf - The Girl who Outgrew Innocence

Here is a story from Janus magazine from about twenty years ago which for some reason does not have an author's name ascribed to it. It's a tale of religious middle-America and the 'deep water Baptists' with their abhorrence of sexual misconduct.

It wasn't often you saw Huck Jefferson in church, and on his knees. Not that he was praying, mind. No he was peering, slit-eyed to where Mary Jo knelt beseeching God to persuade the large congregation to vote 'No'. Huck felt a mite sorry for her because he knew most of the townsfolk would vote 'Yes'. In front of these very people she had vowed to remain celibate until she married but then, two years later, Mary Jo broke her vow. That wasn't smart in a small township where the decent law abiding folk believe that pre-marital sex is a sin.

When she promised to remain virgo intacta Mary Jo put on a ring. She also agreed to a condition that if she broke her vow, the congregation would be asked to decide whether she should be punished. On the day Mary Jo stopped wearing the ring there were townsfolk who insisted it was darn near as a good as a confession. It hadn't taken long for the Reverend Shaw to hear of Mary Jo's 'crime' There were always God-fearing citizens who were happy to ingratiate themselves before the church and the good Reverend. One of these was the uptight Jessica Langer, a middle-aged spinster, chapel organist and Reverend Shaw's faithful 'lap-dog'. She was the first of more than a dozen to relay the news.

The kneeling congregation were now being asked to decide if the transgressor should be forgiven - or be caned.

Huck knew the cane weren't nothing to be laughed at. When Shirley Lopez got it, she hollered, bucked, writhed and blubbered like a baby. Reverend Shaw had doled out the punishment and raised weals on Shirley's bottom - he knew how to cane all right, and did it real hard. For days after it happened Shirley walked around careful and slow. Mary Jo should've been warned.

Although he hadn't been the one who caused her to break the vow, Huck could forgive Mary Jo anything. He just stared at the slender hips, willing her wholesome sweetness the power to overcome the congregation's righteous indignation. He wished he could see her face, but it was hidden by the curtain of honey coloured hair which hung down to the small of her back. He could picture her lovely fair lashes closing over the cornflower blue eyes; the soft lips moving gently. She swayed slightly, her frame slim and willowy, with grapefruit round breasts, a tiny waist and narrow hips like a boy. Her high necked dress hid a lot, but Huck remembered her in her cheerleader uniform; white pleated mini, white boots and college sweatshirt, her sweet mouth chanting support for the football team - his team. Most of all though, Huck remembered her high kicking legs and cute, white-pantied butt. Playing on the team was the only way he could get to be near her. But it wasn't him, he didn't do the wicked deed. He just wished he had.

One kiss from Mary Jo's honeyed mouth and he'd vote 'No'. She was too creamy and soft skinned to cane. Huck's only chance of a kiss was to work a miracle with the votes, then she might see him as something more than a friend. But there was nothing he could do, so she'd have to pay the price. Maybe it would've been better if she'd said who the boy was. Her silence sure had gone against her.

Reverend Shaw dipped his iron grey head and gave the blessing. On the way out the good folks dropped their voting discs to the right or the left.

Later, at the evening service, which Huck and plenty of the others attended - though it was rare for them to go the church twice on a Sunday - the verdict was announced. Mary Jo whimpered, dropped her head and put a small handkerchief to her eyes. Nine of her best friends voted for forgiveness but 117 of the townsfolk said no. She had broken a solemn vow and had earned just retribution.

Huck could have wept with her. It was real bad for Mary Jo because she had no folk of her own. She'd lived with old Dan Richer and his wife Beth ever since they took her in from the orphanage. Maybe the vote was as much to do with the Richer's isolation as Mary Jo's transgression. They weren't God-fearing citizens like the rest of the townsfolk. They farmed a tiny homestead and kept themselves to themselves, always sending Mary Jo to the store for anything they needed. In all the years Mary Jo lived with them, Huck only saw the Richers twice.

Everyone filed out of church and went to the Congregation Hall. The good Reverend took Mary Jo by the arm and led the way, Huck following just a few paces behind, noticing how she kept her head high. Mary Jo was real proud and defiant. He wanted to tell her she was brave but when their eyes met he looked away. He was more frightened than her.

The congregation filled every straight-backed chair in the hall, some folks even stood at the back to watch. At the front Reverend Shaw was standing to one side of the small table and Mary Jo the other. Huck sat no more than a few feet from the good Reverend. When everyone had gone quiet Jessica Langer came in with a cane, and some other stuff, and gave the instrument to the Minister. Huck noticed how the old bitch was smiling when she handed the cane over.

The Reverend sent Mary Jo out back to the kitchen to change and Jessica gave her the other stuff which included a dressing-gown. Just before she turned on her heel, Mary Jo looked straight at Huck. She didn't smile, she just looked sweet and scared.

Reverend Shaw was in two minds. He told the congregation, who were to witness the chastisement, he was sad Mary Jo had to be caned. But he wasn't too sad. No girl in town was better looking than Mary Jo. Men looked at her plenty, though some reddened when she caught their eye, but she never flirted. The Reverend had thoughts about Mary Jo but he was 54 and she was just 19. Now he was going to put the rod across her butt. Knowing what thoughts he often had about her butt, the prospect gave him great pleasure.

Out back, in the tiny kitchen, Mary Jo was anxious and it was hard for her to hurry. Her fingers trembled as she undid her dress, it took several tries to push each button from its hole. Fear had driven the colour from her face and her tummy felt tight and empty. Her mouth was so dry she fetched a glass of water and sipped it nervously. She'd better brush her hair, because she wouldn't be able to do it when it was over. She'd just fall into bed, no hair combing, no teeth cleaning, no pyjamas - just a pain filled night spent on her tummy.

Conversation seeped back to her, low murmurs with coughs and silences. She could hear the Reverend's loud voice booming on about lost innocence, fleshly desire, devilish temptations and teenage immorality. Once upon a time she had accepted all that stuff. Now she was too old, too curious, too beautiful and too thoughtful to believe in virgin brides. Virginity on your wedding night meant a husband who hurt you when he went in, and then came too soon. You wouldn't come at all, were too shy to ask for his help and spent your wedding night aching with frustration unless you slipped out to the john to give yourself relief.

She tied the dressing gown and breathed deeply, hoping this might ease her fear and tension. The light switch was like a rifle shot when she turned it off. Her steps echoed on the wooden floorboards and when she appeared in the hall every face stared at her.

There was no sympathy anywhere apart from Huck Jefferson who sat right in front with a pained look on his long face. Her eyes searched for the cane but no-one was holding it. She knew Reverend Shaw would perform the task. Girls who'd had it from him reckoned he was a beast and well skilled in inflicting the worst pain.

Jessica Langer stepped forward and helped Mary Jo off with the robe. Some of the menfolk averted their eyes as the butt-naked teenager walked defiantly to the table and bent herself over. Women looked at their menfolk and seethed inwardly at Mary Jo's beauty. But Huck was spellbound, his face reddened and his reaction to Mary Jo's charms was stronger than ever. His nervous and uncomfortable cough was echoed by fifty others.

Mary Jo turned her head, settling her cheek against the hard wood. Jessica Langer searched for the girl's hands and placed them on the far side of the table. She had to hold the edge and grip, and as she did so her hips were against the rim, her splendid bottom cheeks jutting up, round and firm.

Huck gasped. He had to. He should've believed his buddies when they ribbed him about her looks. Her bottom was firm and tight with a pencil-line shadow dividing it, each cheek perfectly round, flowing down into curvy thighs and long legs. She was really something. Surely it was natural that men wanted her. Maybe they should have voted for forgiveness...

Reverend Shaw drew himself up to his full six feet and prayed for meekness in Mary Jo's mind. He told the watchers it was her way of saying sorry. He said folks should leave the hall if they had no mind for severe punishment. The door closed and they all felt easier when some of the more squeamish womenfolk had gone. Shaw muttered, "Thank you, brother" to someone and Mary Jo guessed he'd been handed the cane. She saw Huck shift uncomfortably in his chair and then she knew.

A tear rolled down her cheek onto the table and she wanted to blow her nose. She was about to sniff when there was a whistling sound and pain seared like forked lightning across her naked bottom. She gasped, momentarily fighting for air, then her face screwed up, her mouth dropped open, eyes widened and she yelled. Real loud. Her heart pounded and she remembered years ago that dreadful moment in the swimming pool when she had got in out of her depth - like she was now - and she went under and couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe now. She struggled for air and sucked desperately. Finally her lungs filled, she gulped, swallowed and then weeping filled the hall.

Shaw didn't have to hear Mary Jo shriek to know he'd hurt her. That was only right, the girl must expect the worst. Her bottom flattened when the rod struck and he enjoyed the way she clenched her bottom cheeks in an effort, he supposed, to fight off the pain. No chance of that, no matter how desperately she tensed and wriggled; cane pain was not the kind to be squeezed away. It ate into flesh, gnawing and scalding and seeking out the very depths of resistance. No, cane pain meant redemption, but only after the thrashing was complete and the sinner lay awake, blood pulsing through the lines laid across the sinful flesh.

After her first loud howl Mary Jo kicked back from the knees, just once, but enough to make Reverend Shaw decide to increase the number of strokes if she did it again. Then she lifted one foot then the other in a kind of shuffling dance, brought on by the intense pain. Many of the watchers, dyed-in-the-wool Creationists who had never been young, nodded approval at the severity with which the caning had begun and trusted it would continue that way. Huck almost cried in sympathy though, quickly averting his eyes from her lovely pain-wracked face. But it was just for a moment. Some awful compulsion made him turn back to watch hopelessly - and as helpless as Mary Jo. Reverend Shaw did his work well. The girl would think twice before she gave herself to another man. The first stroke had brought her to heel.

Shaw secretly wondered if he had been specially chosen by God to perform this humbling task. Certainly he had the approval of his doting flock. Most of his congregation came to watch each punishment as it was usually a pretty girl who had committed sins of the flesh who was on the receiving end. But not Huck. It was his first time and he was suffering too, but not as much as Mary Jo.

The Reverend appraised Mary Jo, drew back his arm and laid into her bottom again. His second cut fell just below the first where already there was a red stripe edged with white. Four more like that, spreading down to the crease at the top of her legs and she would be his. He'd have her on her knees each Sunday. He'd approve the men she dated. She would take no lover until she knelt in church with her husband-to-be and the wedding ring was on her finger.

Huck was already beginning to think things had gone too far. It was all very well for Reverend Shaw to punish the girl but after the second hideous shriek he was sure Mary Jo repented. They should stop at three. He hadn't been happy about this from the start. When he heard Mary Jo's third anguished howl he nearly jumped up and told them she'd had enough.

For Mary Jo it was more than enough. Pain fused with anger and rage. Damn the vow, damn their verdict, especially damn Shaw, his strictures and his cane. He had even devised a silence rule for when the punishment was over. No girl was allowed to talk about it afterwards, whether she wanted to or not. Shaw said misery and shame should be private, not the subject of conversation between friends. He made this rule to show how much he cared. Once everybody knew talking was taboo nobody felt they should ask, so none of the Reverend's fierce punishments could be talked about first hand. He also decreed that if any girl broke the rule she'd have a further public caning.

Mary Jo knew the rule was made for an entirely different reason. Celibates had to promise that if they broke their vow the congregation would decide their fate. Always, without exception, they had voted for the cane. If all the girls were allowed to discuss how bad a caning was they would never risk putting themselves in jeopardy. And Reverend Shaw would be denied a source of great pleasure.

Shaw lashed down a fourth time. Mary Jo writhed across the table, legs scissoring, knees weakening, feet drumming, hips ramming into the table. The watchers gasped as she absorbed the pain of the rod but Shaw was determined to give her the full six. He had to be hard, to mark her and render her contrite with pain. She could cry herself out later, while he walked back with the watchers, assuring them all it was for the best for as Baptists they had a duty to raise their daughters in fear of the rod.

The fifth stroke landed on untrammeled flesh on the underside of the girl's buttocks, but not yet on the most tender spot where they joined the tops of her thighs. He was saving the best 'til last.

There was a pool of tears on the table-top. Mary Jo's eyes were awash and she believed she would weep forever. There was a rule about not crying too, they invented it to make a girl feel guilty when the tears rolled down her face.

No honourable man would inflict punishment like Shaw did it. Not knowing where the cane would land made it worse. She knew that when the rod whirred down it indented both buttocks leaving an indelible mark of accusation. She had taken five. He had slashed gradually lower and the fifth stroke had sliced across her underparts. She knew that, by the nature of things, his last stroke would slash into the crease between buttocks and thighs so that when she walked every step would chafe her. Only a huge sense of guilt kept her lying across the table, waiting for more.

Shaw knew he had to aim well if he wanted to make the last cut the most painful. He must land the cane exactly where Mary Jo's bottom cheeks joined the tops of her thighs. There was a natural crease there, easy to see but not so easy to hit with the cane unless you swung accurately. He changed position so he stood in the best place to deliver that final cut. He paused and took a deep breath to calm himself. His attention was also being diverted by a faint but positive stirring in his loins which might grow immensely pleasurable later, but which he would never mention to a soul.

He scanned the girl's swelling bottom, striped with his rod, felt for the balance on the balls of his feet, lifted his arm, fixed his eye firmly on the spot he wanted to hit, and swung the cane. He sliced perfectly into the underswell, the rod reaching well along the ridge of tender flesh. Mary Jo, who had been expecting the cane on the very place where it fell and had prayed that he wouldn't be able to hit it, bucked in pain. Howling at the top of her voice she drummed her feet on the floor crying oh,oh,oh,oh,oh, as she tossed and shook her head, hair flying like a corn blizzard.

Huck bit his lip, he was feeling pain in the heart, unlike poor Mary Jo. Her hands had flown to her bottom in a desperate attempt to protect herself. She had been warned not to but the pain was unimaginable and the body moved by itself, ignoring the mind. Hurt consumed her and the watchers, understanding how cruelly the last stripe had been laid, began to stir. One of them pushed his chair back, caught Shaw's eye and indicated that, despite the girl's disobedience, it was the right time to end the flogging. Shaw did not mind, he was elated at having struck the girls' most tender spot. He had delivered six of the very best to her bare bottom and was happy to stand back.

Mary Jo howled on, no sign of letting up, the flames licking inward now invading even her most private part. She had tried to keep her muscles clenched throughout the caning, feeling it might somehow protect her from the worst. After four she could squeeze no longer and she took the fifth and sixth with her bottom open and relaxed. When they cut in, every part of her lower cheeks flinched. Now they just burned.

Her buttocks quivered involuntarily and an exhausted shudder ran through her body. Mary Jo could count her pulse rate from the throbbing of all six weals. She knew the watchers were standing to leave, she could hear the scraping of chairs. Perhaps they expected her to get up but she was beyond caring. She damned them all to hell. How could they watch her take such a beating and not say, long before the end, she had had enough. The betrayal filled her with anger and resentment. She'd tell every girl who thought to take the celibacy vow, not to. Love never deserved a thrashing like this, never warranted the pain, the fiery weals, or the burning agony on tender flesh.

None of the congregation had left, but most were standing, including Huck. For a few seconds there had been silence, but now they were all talking, conversation increasing in volume until the hum filled the small hall. Huck stood alone in the crowded hall, bemused and stunned by what he'd seen, just inches from Mary Jo. He could have touched her. He wanted to so much but he was afraid.

He watched her rise painfully from the table, old bitch Langer smirking as she draped the dressing-gown around Mary Jo's drooping shoulders. For just an instant the tear streaked eyes lifted and looked piteously into his. Huck gulped, feeling hopeless and inadequate. He held out his hands in a gesture of supplication and she stumbled forward, almost throwing herself between them. He clasped her tightly to stop her falling, clutching her strongly against him. Her sweet, arousing nakedness burned into him setting his sensibilities aflame. His head reeled with heady elation. He had Mary Jo in his arms. She was in his arms.

All around Huck there was silence. Every face in the hall turned to look at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He saw the accusation in Shaw's angry face and maybe jealousy too. Mary Jo sobbed, her trembling body pushed tighter against him. Muttering began again in the hall.

Huck looked wildly about in fright. Their eyes bore into him. Me? No, no, no, it wasn't me! He stepped back, flushed and panic stricken, clean away from her. Mary Jo's sobbing eyes were bewildered, pleading, imploring.....

..but Huck Jefferson turned and ran.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 28, 2016

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 27

This Easter weekend we discussed spanko life without the internet. How would you cope?

Baxter: We will be going camping in our tent trailer in May for a few days and will be out of WIFI, internet and cell phone coverage. I will make it. We had a nine day camping trip in Superior National Forest three years ago and way away from everything, even the toilets were the pit type. It was actually nice to be away from technology as it tends to distract you from reality. But I did get spanked any way.

Downunder Don: Recently I spent 3 weeks in hospital where there was no internet connection. How did I cope...badly. What could I do about it...nothing! Yes, it was a total bugga.

Yorkie: Hi Hermione, I think I would be better off not reading any spanko material as my spankings are non existent where we live now. My only hope of a well warmed bottom is spending time away with my wife (next weekend, yay!) So spending reading spanking blogs and the like is only building up anticipation on my part that goes unfulfilled :(
But when you're someone who just LOVES getting a spanking I guess you can't help yourself can you? ;)

Welcome, Yorkie!

arched one: At times when traveling and unable to read the posts I usually follow I just have to wait until I get home and read the days I've missed. what I don't miss is the spankings I still get when we travel. R manages to bring a wooden spoon with her and there is always my belt to carry out any tasks that come up.

Ella: It would be hard, but I could still read my downloaded books. Also, when I come across a post that really speaks to me I print a hard copy and keep them in a binder. If I had to go cold turkey, those might help me if I missed it that much. Mostly, I have Sam's hand touching my bottom that makes me feel quite satisfied.

Good question, Hermione. Happy Easter to you!

Sir Wendel: I always feel like a part of me is missing when I am away for too long.

Abby Williams: I've taken many a hiatus from the spankoverse over the years since starting my blog, usually because my regular life was too much too handle, or because I thought I needed to focus on being the "real me" (i.e. the regular life me). What I have learned is that I am most myself when I am here, blogging, sharing, making friends, and creating. I came back in January of this year after a personal crisis. I can honestly say that these two and a half months now have me healthier, happier, and the most "me" I've been in a long time. Can I live without the Internet or without the spanking community? Yes. Do I want to? Absolutely not. I am so grateful to be part of a community that is so kind, welcoming, curious, and creative. You all make my world a better place.

Simon: I don't have a blog but I do have a "naughty" Twitter account were I can post spanking related stuff see what other spanking enthusiasts are up to. I generally check my favorite blogs, such as yours, daily but if I am away I just catch up when I get back.

Bonnie: My response somewhat parallels Abby's. I experienced a self-inflicted absence for nearly a year. During that time, I didn't for a moment worry about finding activities to fill the gaps in my attention and my calendar left by not blogging. By that point, I had been blogging for nine years and a variety of projects and promises were already competing for my time. I jumped right into local theater, gardening, writing, cooking, fitness, spending time with our granddaughter, and volunteer work. Oh yes, and getting spanked.

But that doesn't entirely answer the question. There was a time when I would have been completely miserable without my internet connection. Today, its absence is more an inconvenience to be worked around. Perhaps that means that I have finally achieved balance in my life. More likely, it's just my latest phase.

What always brings me back here are the people who constitute this community. During my break, I learned that I could not bear to truly leave forever. Virtual relationships are as real for me as any in the physical space. These people mean a lot. We've lived and laughed and loved through many life events, great and small. So if you don't see me for a while, please know that I will return.

Terpsichore: I would miss the connection I feel with the community here, people who I consider my friends. I can leave technology for a while for various reasons, but like others have said, I will always come back because this is like home.

Fondles: I've been away for almost a year, and during that time I alternated between not caring and missing it dearly!

While I missed the connections and blogfriends, it was also something i needed to do for myself. But I'm glad and excited to be back. So i guess I couldn't stay away forever after all!

Ronnie: I would totally miss the connection with friends within our community. Some friends here are closer than some of my vanilla friends. At least I'd still get my spankings. Loosing internet connection is a pain and an inconvenience but it happens and you just have to work around it but I don't like it when it happens.

Hermione: I would feel quite lost without all my good spanko blog friends. If there really was no way to connect, then I would have to resort to the old-fashioned methods: hard copy books and magazines. I might be motivated to write my own stories. There would always be the possibility of real life connections right here where I live, but without the internet I wouldn't be able to connect with them. But I would still have Ron with his extensive arsenal of spanking toys. And to echo what Bonnie said, there is plenty to do to take up the extra time; I certainly was not bored without the internet.

Thank you all for pondering this important question. I enjoyed the variety of responses.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #118

It's so much fun having brunch with you all, and I was afraid I was going to miss it this week because I've been having internet connection problems. But I made it after all, and the positive outcome of my experience is that it provided me with a question for this week.

What if you were unable to visit your favourite spanking blogs or update your own for an extended period of time? What difference would it make in your life? How would you adjust? What substitutes for our online spanking community would you have?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish a summary of our discussion, God willing and the creek don't rise!
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, March 26, 2016

You Completed the Caption

This is the caption on the original picture. Now let's see what you came up with.

Minelle: Okay, okay! Just hurry, my bottom is waiting!

Leigh: "I'm waiting for Harry to get here. I hope he comes soon, I can't maintain this position for long." Miranda tells her girlfriend.

Baxter: What do you mean you are going to be late? I rushed around and got all ready for you and have my very naughty bottom on display. I want my spanking now, not later.

 Ronnie: All I want him to do is spank me. Any suggestions?

Sir Wendel: Yes, I did by the shoes.
Yes, I did buy the silk panties and stockings.
Yes, I did wear them when I told Charles the price.
Yes, I did tell Charles I bought the shoes on sale but he is going to spank me anyway.
No, I did not realize how much of a lucky girl I am.

Anon: You're not going to believe what he did. The brute. He said I'd been a very naughty girl for running up his credit card bill. And then he turned me over his knee, pulled down the frilly panties I bought this morning and wore just for him, and he spanked me. Hard. On my bare bottom. With my own hairbrush. Yes, it hurt like crazy. My bottom's so sore. I'm lying on the bed to talk to you because my poor fanny is so tender I can't even sit down. No, I'm angry with him, it really was my fault. And even though the spanking really, really hurt, it got me very aroused. Yes, he's still here. He's in the bathroom right now. Oh, here he comes. He looks very excited and ready to forgive me. He says I owe him a big apology. I think I might have to get down on my knees and show him just how sorry I am. I've got to go. I'll call you later and let you know what happened.

Did you hear the latest? My stupid sister got spanked by her husband for gossiping on the phone. Her bottom is still red! I know, right? Doesn't she have anything better to do than sit around the house and gossip about other women? I'm just glad that I'm not immature like her. I never talk about other people behind their backs.

Can I place an order? I would like 100 spanks please, 50 on each cheek. I would also like something to suck on afterwards. 

I know you expect me to be sympathetic, Janice, and I am sorry your bottom is so sore, but believe me, you don't know how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like Jerry who spanks you when you need it, and you know you need it. I'd give anything to find a nice, strong man who won't hesitate to put me over his knee and blister my bottom when I get out of line. I've been such a brat with the last five guys I've dated, but not a one of them would give me the spanking I deserved. I even wore my special "spank me" knickers tonight, left my hairbrush in plain sight on the end table next to the sofa and practically threw myself across my date's lap, but nothing ... Yeah, I can hold ... Oh, hi Jerry ... Oh, she told you about my, uh, predicament ... Yeah, I'm free tomorrow night ... Dinner at your house ... Sure ... Oh, with you and Janice and your roommate ... What's that? ... Make sure I wear my "spank me" panties ... Okay ... I mean, okay, sir ... Six o'clock sharp ... Yes, sir. I'll be there, sir ... And you'll provide the hairbrush ... Oh, my (gulp) ... I mean, Oh, my, sir ... 

Hi ... Is this 1-800-SpankMe ... Yes, I've been very naughty and I need you to send someone to my house to spank me ... Yes, ma'am ... I'd like to order the "Selfish, Spoiled Brat, Can't Sit Down for a Week" package ... Yes, I know, that comes with a paddle, a hairbrush and an implement of the spanker's choice ... Yes, I understand that package is administered OTK and on the bare bottom ... Yes, I'd also like to add in some "Corner Time" ... Oh, really, that comes with the package ... Yes, ma'am, I'm already stripped down to my panties, stockings and heels, so I'm ready whenever he gets here ... Yes, ma'am, I really am a very naughty lady ... Yes, ma'am, I am also very horny ... Sure, as long as you're running a special, I'd love to add on the "Sex After Spanking" package ... Oh, he'd be expect to do that ... Oh, no, I have no problem doing that for him ... Yes, ma'am, as a matter of fact, that's one of my favorite after-spanking activities ... I especially love doing that with my sore, red bottom on display so he can enjoy the view and admire his handiwork ... About an hour ... Great ... I'll be waiting ...

When you get home from work should my panties be on or off? You say off? Really? ..... Okay ..... Yes sir. 

Today is the belt? I thought today was the ping pong paddle? Oh well. As long as it's not the cane. You know I hate the cane.

Abby Williams: "I've been trying to get the heel of my shoe hooked into my panties like in all those black and white photos for the last hour, but I just can't do it! I must have looked so foolish on my webcam feed. I'm so embarrassed! Please, come spank me now so my paying customers will see some real action!"
...(listens to answer on other end)...
"No, kicking myself in the ass doesn't count!"

Dr. Ken: "Mom, I did everything you suggested, and he STILL won't spank me! What am I going to do now?"

Wow! Those were fantastic! I hope you all stick around for brunch, coming up next.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 25, 2016

Complete the Caption

What is the latest gossip? Who is on the other end of the line? Why is this elegant woman dressed so scantily?

Answer these questions and more by completing the caption. Leave me a comment and I will publish your captions tomorrow, if I am still up and running (fingers crossed!)
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, March 24, 2016

I'm back with the answers!

I'm back in blogland, thank goodness. My hardware problem has been temporarily fixed, and I expect a permanent solution sometime next week. It was so strange to be away from blogging even for a short time. How dependent we are on the internet!

I was delighted with the questions I received, so without further ado, here are my answers. Complete the Caption will appear tomorrow instead of in its usual Thursday slot.

Ronnie asked: Do you have a spanking fantasy that you would like to fulfil?
What was the first implement (other than hand) Ron used to spank you?
One item on your bucket or wish list?
I have often wished that I could have dinner at Hell's Kitchen during a competition, and watch Gordon Ramsay spank one of the chefs for burning the scallops.
The first implement Ron used was a wooden paint stirrer.
I want to learn to play the violin.

Rosie asked: You often refer to English TV programmes and I recall a post you did some time ago about English street signs. Do you have a connection with England?
When I was growing up, every classroom had a Union Jack flag and a portrait of the queen. We started each day by saluting the flag before singing God Save the Queen. I consider myself a British subject first and a Canadian second, and I am an ardent Monarchist. So that's my connection. As far as televisions programs go, we both enjoy the British ones so much more than the Canadian or American ones (with certain exceptions like Breaking Bad, The Sopranos and Boardwalk Empire). There's just something appealing about them; perhaps it's the very different lifestyle that is portrayed.

Jan asked: Have you ever done something naughty that Ron couldn't resist spanking you for?
Have you ever been to England? Where is your favourite place to go on holiday? 
Ron doesn't spank for punishment, so when I do something naughty, he would be more likely to withhold a spanking.
I have never been to England but sincerely hope I will visit it one day.

Minelle asked: You probably shared this but, did your spanking relationship evolve after you two began or was it always there from the beginning? 
We had been together for three years before Ron gave me a spanking during an intimate moment. We were both overwhelmed by how much it turned us on, and the rest is history.

Six of the best asked: Hermione, do you have a spanking phrase that you like to hear from your ever loving husband, when he commands you to bend over to be spanked on your bare bottom? I have one, which I use when I spank a naughty woman. Such as "My dear, I am going to raise that dress of yours, and take down your knickers, for being so naughty and cane that voluptuous naked derriere of yours with delight".
Ron often doesn't have to say anything; his look is enough. His usual phrase is, "It's time for your whuppin'."

Downunder Don asked: This may be more of a brunch question many spanking people do you think there in a million, one in a thousand, one in ten???? As time goes on my estimation seems to make the number grow larger and larger.
I have no idea, but I agree, the number must be much larger than most people think.

Baxter asked:  Your bio on your blog says you are a professional woman. Are you a Type A in a powerful executive position that just begs to have your significant other spank your bottom good? Or what - do tell?
I am no type A, and would hate to be in charge of a large corporation.  I'm a hard worker, but not a team player; I prefer to work alone. I am self-employed and work from home, so I can do as much or as little as I like, and the only dealings I have with other people are via email. It's the ideal setup for me.

Cat asked: My question is non-spanking related. If time and money were not an issue, where would you travel? Or would you?
My fondest dream is to travel to Britain and see as much of it as possible. Ron would love to go to Australia, where we have relatives.

Amy asked: How did the Spanking Brunches start and how long have you been hosting them? What is your favorite topic so far and why?
Our good friend Bonnie started the brunches on My Bottom Smarts in January, 2006. The first one was an experimental "open mike" invitation to readers, and the response here was enthusiastic. The first official brunch was posted a week later, and Bonnie explains here why she thought it would be fun for newbies and experienced spankos alike. I hosted a few brunches over the years when Bonnie was away, and when she semi-retired from blogging, I offered to host the brunches permanently. I officially took over in January, 2014, and hope to continue them for as long as there is interest.

Lindy asked: A lot of questions I wanted to ask have already been covered. So my question is where do you get all your stories from? 
Once upon a time there was a blog that published stories regularly. When the owner died, the blog was deleted. I thought it would be a shame for all those stories to be lost, so I retrieved as many as I could from online archives. Those are the stories I am sharing with you now. I have also shared excerpts from books I actually have, and also post stories that readers send me.

Dr. Ken asked: How about something simple, like your height and hair color? You may have this information out there already, but I'm too tired to try and look it up....
And what is your favorite color?
I am tall and my natural hair colour is medium brown. My favourite colour is blue.

Enzo asked: Are there a top three type of spanking stories/fantasies that you enjoy the most?
And one I have always wondered about - why did you choose the name "Hermione" and "Ron"? Obviously you are a HP fan, but is there more to it?
There are certainly some types of stories that push the right buttons for me: 
  • naughty teen spanked by a parent in the kitchen or in the study
  • naughty teen spanked at school in the principal's office
  • lazy or incompetent secretary spanked by the boss 
I chose our pseudonyms simply because I was reading the Harry Potter series at the time. I would have preferred my husband to be "Harry" but that wasn't the way the story ended!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

From the Top Shelf - Which One?

This story is one that my friend GeorgieC sent to me some time ago. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

The Headmaster sighed.  "Which one of you stole the ice cream?  This is ridiculous.  Only one of you needs to be in trouble.  The other can go"

Two pairs of eyes gazed back unflinchingly.  Their mouths remained shut.

"Mr Brown.  Have you any idea which one of these girls it was who stole the ice cream from your shop?"

The shopkeeper looked bewildered.  He looked from one to the other.  Blue eyes looked back.  Blonde hair reached their shoulders.  Lips were unmoved.  They stood in their white blouses, short navy skirts, white socks, black shoes, and gave no hint.  He looked from one to the other, and back again.  They were identical.  Identical twins.  He had no idea at all which girl had stolen the ice cream.  He was beginning to wish he'd never complained to the school.

They stood silently.  The Headmaster and the shopkeeper could never understand.  The girls just couldn't tell who had done it.  It had always been them against the world.  Together.  For one to take the sole blame, for the other to allow it to happen, unless it was crystal clear, would be unthinkable.  If attacked together, they stood together against all.  They had grown up together, almost as one person, even developing their own secret language.  But usually didn't even need that.  They sensed what the other was thinking.  No.  One was guilty.  One was innocent.  But they wouldn't, they couldn't, tell someone else who it was.

"In that case I shall have to cane you both"

Mr Brown gave a little start and looked uncomfortable.  He had been caned many times himself at school.  The old hints of warming your hands first on the radiators never worked, but he still used to do it.  The words "I shall have to cane you" jarred in his memory like a bolt of lightning.  But in his school girls had never been caned.

He remembered the little frisson when, one Christmas, after a sherry too many, Mrs Brown had mentioned to some friends that she had once been caned at her school.  But when he sought more detail he was shut up sharply.  She had given him one of her withering looks.  It excited him to think of her having to hold her hand out while her Headmaster swung his cane down, for once her not being the one in charge.  He liked that thought.  It was comforting that someone had once made her suffer anguish.  Her current specialist subject was 'causing anguish'.

But now these girls were to be caned.  Because of him.  He pushed his chair backwards and stood. 

"Well, I'll leave you to deal..."

The Headmaster waved him to sit down.  Mr Brown was never one to disobey a command and sat down reluctantly.

"No, no, Mr Brown.  One of these girls is a thief and has wronged you badly.  It is only fair that she is punished, and that not only should justice be done, but you should as the victim see it being done.  It's just a shame that an innocent girl will be punished too, but if they refuse to co-operate then I have no choice."

He strode over to his cupboard and drew out a cane.  Just like the ones Mr Brown remembered.  Long, yellow with a curved handle.  He gave a slight shudder.  He looked at the girls' hands.  Pure and unmarked, but soon to be hurt.  He should say something.  But as so many times in his life in so many situations he felt unable to speak up.

"Right, Paula, stand over there".  The girl to the right turned, walked over to stand next to the shopkeeper's chair, and turned and faced her sister and the Headmaster.

"Melanie - here!" and he pointed to a spot next to him.  The girl moved to the appointed place, her back to the increasingly agitated visitor.

"You know what to do"

With his mouth falling open, his eyes widening, and his hands starting to tremble, Mr Brown watched as the girl grabbed the hem of her short skirt and lifted it right up to her waist.  Her little pink knickers were fully on show, with her round buttocks spilling out.  Mr Brown gazed on, astounded.

His astonishment turned to shock, as the girl slipped her fingers into the elastic of the waistband of her pants, and gently slid them down to her knees.  In one movement she bent forward, gently touching her toes.  Her bare bottom stuck up into the air.  He was seated right behind her, just a couple of yards away, on a level with the view in front of him.  Literally everything was on show, he noticed.

Suddenly the thought came flooding into his mind of why Mrs Brown had been so reticent about what had happened to her in school.  He had always assumed that she had received the same as he had.  He had imagined her holding out her hand.  He had never thought of an alternative.  An alternative that was now being played out in front of him.

His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him to such an extent that the first whoosh of the cane took him by surprise.  He jumped, but the girl gave no reaction as the cane landed, and then rose and fell six times in all, leaving six red parallel lines evenly spaced across her pink naked backside.

The shopkeeper realised he had stopped breathing, and gulped air into his lungs.

"Right, swap places with your sister".  Melanie stood up, pulled her pants up over her now stinging and glowing cheeks and took her sister's place next to the quivering onlooker.  She remained silent and expressionless.

Paula walked to the appointed place, and as though rerunning a video, she hitched up her skirt to show her identical pink pants, swept them to her knees, and bent forward, raising her pretty bottom to the skies in readiness for her caning.  It was identical to her sister's.

Or was it?  Suddenly Mr Brown knew that Paula was the one.  She was the thief.  In his mind he ran through the incident again.

He had been standing at the counter when the girl, blonde and pretty had come in.  She had gone to the freezer cabinet near the door, reached in, grabbed an ice cream, and quickly ran out of the door. 

Rewind.  She had reached into the cabinet, but the ice creams were quite deeply in.  She had to reach far down.  She struggled to reach them.

Rewind.  She had bent right over.  So far over that her tiny skirt had ridden up showing her little pink briefs.  He had watched mesmerised.

Rewind.  Peeping out from the brief knickers he had seen the red lines across the exposed part of the cheeks, the cheeks that were now being fully displayed in front of him.  The red lines from the caning she had received yesterday for swearing at her History teacher.  The red lines she had received when she had had to take her pants down and bend over for the Headmaster once again to give her six of the best, not for the first time by any means.

And afterwards she had felt like an ice cream to cheer herself up.  But having no money she decided she would just take one from the dozy shopkeeper next door to the school.

There was nothing he could now say that would prevent the innocent sister being punished.  She already had been.  So he watched in silence justice being dealt to the twin he now knew to be the guilty party.  He watched six more stripes being added to the six already on the bare bottom displayed in its full glory in front of him.  And he determined he would literally get to the bottom of Mrs Brown's experience.  Some way or other.

Lucky Mrs Brown! Thank you, GeorgieC, for another fine story with an unexpected twist.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 21, 2016

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 20

The question this week was about the frequency and regularity of your spankings. 

abby: Both. We learned that is we did not make 'spanking time' a regular event, life often got the best of us. So every Monday is a maintenance spanking, and we reserve some time on Friday for some spanking fun. We sometimes have to adjust these, but we both are committed to these times. There are also the spontaneous spankings, and birthday ones, and .....

Anon 1: Every few weeks. SO lives 175 miles away, so we plan all get togethers. Sunday being most recent. She was still feeling it a bit Thursday, so they tend to be memorable lengthy spankings.

Simon: Not as often as I would like.

Emerging Lurker: We average about twice a week when kids are in school and once every 4-6 weeks during the summer. I would like more opportunities year round.

Jan: Hi Hermione, It is pretty regular fun around here, at least weekly. At the moment I am on a ban after an operation and it is like the elephant in the room, lol. We are both missing it!

Anon 2: We have agreed that we need as many boot-camp days as possible. It is a way we want to naturally be at all times, but life in our respective roles in occupation and other circles intercepts our attention. The days come and go, and quickly I've stepped back into my strong independent thinking and doing self (which I would love to not be). I hate spankings themselves, but if they were more frequent my body would adjust to the physical sting and then he could spank me the way we both want/need for him to. The way that changes behaviors. (I feel like a squirmy sissy.) The more we adhere to a DD style communication and role assumption, the happier, connected, stronger and more amorous we are as a married couple. Which delivers a daily higher energy, to think about him rather than the dredges of work (which I do love and do get consumed with-too much).

Baxter: Wife spanks me at least once a week, typically as part of our foreplay. Sometimes she spanks me a lot and then I cannot perform. LOL. But if she does it the right amount, the performance is orgasmic for both of us.

Lindy: It depends on Bear's moods. Sometimes it's frequently with plenty of spanking and swats in between which is fun. Then other times I keep asking and he says NO.

Terpsichore: not often enough :-)

Ella: Lately the average is about 2 times a week. One is an "adjustment" spanking that keeps me focused on my attitude and patience. One is usually a Just Because I can and Just Because I love you spanking. These are my favorite! Once in awhile there is a serious spanking for pulling away or messing up on a rule. All others are usually associated with bedroom activities. I do not ever ask, because that does not feel right to me.

Leigh: As Terps said, not nearly often enough.

arched one: Starting out they were about 2-3 times a week. Now I get spanked once a week. That is unless I mess up and get punished. Punishment does not mean I don't get my weekly spanking.

Ronnie: Sometimes I can be spanked 3, 4 or more times in a week just depends on what's happening. I can always take more spankings. More the better.

Anon 3: Just as often as is necessary to maintain a lovely blushing pink on my lady 's rear cheeks always.

Anon 4: Not nearly often enough. I'd like more routine maintenance but life with kids in the house makes this impossible. Sigh.

Abby Williams: We go in seasons, periods of time where it's all we want to do by the end of the day, offset by periods of time where it's more of an occasional event. It's always in the background, an integral part of the relationship in everything from our good mornings to our good nights. When we're in "on" spanking mode, it might be like Ronnie's answer - three or four times a week, and more is always better! If we're in "off" mode due to whatever might be going on in regular life, we still talk and tease about it but might only be able to get to a full session once a week or every other week.

Loki: Not as often as I used to do and like. My work schedule is pretty much to blame for this. I am working towards changing that in the near future.

Hermione: We have a regular weekly day and time for spanking. It's only rescheduled because of illness or family visits. I wouldn't mind the odd spontaneous spanking now and again.

Thank you all for sharing. See you next week!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #117

Welcome back to another spanko brunch. Spring is just around the corner and that makes me feel great! Even though this winter was pretty mild compared to some in recent years, I always welcome the season of new life, growth, and of course, spankings. That made me think of today's topic.

How often do you engage in spanking? Is it a regular occurrence, or just now and then? Would you prefer a change in frequency: more or less often?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our conversation after everyone has had a chance to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, March 19, 2016

You Completed the Caption

Leigh: I'm ready when you are.

Anon 1: I've been a very naughty girl and I really need a good, sound spanking. As you can see, it wouldn't take much effort for the right man to put me over his knee, bare my bottom and give me exactly what I deserve. Think you're up to the task?

Baxter: I cannot decide what position i want to be spanked in. hands on the barrel or laying over the barrel. decisions. maybe HE will decide.

Sir Wendel: Bad girls get spankings and I’ve been very bad.

Ronnie: Don't keep me waiting.

Simon: Well you bought this hideous thing so what do you think is going to happen?

Anon 2: You see, you just put your foot on the cushion like this. Then you take a bratty lady, drape her right over your knee and, voila, her bottom's perfectly positioned for you to administer that spanking she so richly deserves. It's very easy ... and, I can tell you from experience ... very, very effective. You'd like a demonstration? ... Right now? ... Do you really think that's necessary, I mean, it really is quite simple? ... Well, yes, the customer IS always right ... But please, take it easy, I've already given several demonstrations this morning and I'm ... Ouch, ouch, ouch, oowwwwwwwwwwwwww ...

Six of the best: "My master is going to cane my derriere tonight. He promised me 'six of the best' with the cane on my naked rear end. Six of the very best strokes with this pliable stinging corporal punishment implement."

Vfrat25000: You look so sexy and radiant in that pose!
Radiant my ass, some idiot put glue on top of this stool. My foot is stuck. Get me off this thing!

Lady, we are auditioning for Mr. Paul’s Children’s Hour not Captain Eveready’s Floating Den of Sin that show is three doors down. Wait a second. I wonder? Have we filled the spot for Aunt Lulu yet?

Would you tie my shoe?
Uhh, Maam your shoes don’t have any laces.
What is it with you guys? Do I have to spell it out: “I’m as ready as a sailor off a three month cruise!” Now come over here and “TIE” my shoe!

Hi Doctor…Do you want me to climb up on the table?

Guess what color of panties I’m wearing and you get a special prize!

Dad! I think Mom wants to discuss that trip to Hawaii some more!
Why do you say that son?

Remember when you said if I don’t behave myself at the church’s silent auction tonight you might spank me? Well go find your hairbrush. Reverend Mitchell is never going to be same!

Hermione: Get yourself over my knee this minute!

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 18, 2016

Friday FUN

Today I'm going to share some signs I spotted around the neighbourhood. Whoever came up with these should be rewarded with a good, hard spanking.

He can fix my shoes any day!

Inflation - it's everywhere

The curse of the shared office kitchen

You have a choice

A warning to keep your curtains drawn


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

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Complete the Caption

Here's a charming woman striking a pose. The object she is resting her foot on might have many uses, and she looks like she could demonstrate them all.

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

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Questions, anyone?

March is question month, so you now have the floor. I can't imagine what I haven't told you about my spanking experiences, but if I've left anything out, now is your chance. You may ask me anything, and I'll answer you to the best of my ability. (I won't give you my cell phone number, though.)

What would you like to know about me?

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

From the Top Shelf - Dorothy Rock

Last weekend I spent some time exploring the Over the Desk Spanking Stories blog. It was hard to decide which story I enjoyed most, but Dorothy Rock, a story written by Lisamum, resonated with me, so I thought you would like it too. Here's how it starts:

Her father’s slipper lay in the middle of the settee.

‘Mum’s going a bit mental leaving that there,’ Dorothy thought. ‘I’d get a right ear bashing if I’d have left my slipper there.’ Mum never allowed anyone to put their slippers or shoes onto the furniture, whether they were wearing them or not.

“Oh, you’re home dear? I didn’t hear you come in.” Mrs Rock said, as she descended the stairs.

“Only just, mum.” Dorothy looked towards the slipper on the settee. “I was wondering if you were going senile?”

“Probably dear, probably,” Mrs Rock agreed as she went to arrange the flowers on the sideboard.

“You ok, mum?” Dorothy asked, concerned, thinking her mum was acting strange.

“Fine love, fine. Oh, I was talking to Mrs Smith dear, Margaret’s mum.”

“Yes mum, I know who Mrs Smith is!” Dorothy replied sharply. “Margaret’s my best friend, remember?”

“Yes dear, so I expect she told you that her mother spanked her the other day.”

Dorothy fought a smile. “No, she didn’t. What had she done?”

“Can’t remember dear,” Mrs Rock lied.

“Bet you’re glad I’m a good girl, aren’t you mum?”

“I’d like to believe that, dear.”

Dorothy was taken aback. Normally her mom said: “You’re a very good girl, dear.” Not today though.

“You alright, mum?”

“Not really, dear.”

“Coming down with a cold, are you? Would you like me to make you a cuppa?”

“No dear, I want to talk to you.”

Dorothy moved to sit down in the other corner of the settee.

“No dear, please remain standing.”

Dorothy was taken aback by her mom’s sudden seriousness. “What is it, mum?”

“Like I said, I was talking to Mrs Smith. She said she had spanked Margaret because she found cigarettes in her bedroom.”

Dorothy shrugged her shoulders. “She smokes, Mum, always has.”

“Mrs Smith said it wasn’t the first time she spanked her for smoking.”

“Really?” Dorothy smiled. “She normally says her spankings are for not doing homework or talking back to her mum. Wait till I see her.”

“So I searched your room this morning.”

Dorothy’s smile disappeared from her face. “Why? I don’t smoke!”

“Don’t you, dear?” Mrs Rock replied with a steely edge in her voice. “I found two packets of cigarettes taped underneath your dressing table.”
I'll bet you can guess what happens next, am I right? Thought so ;)  But of course you'll want to read on to make sure, so click here to enjoy the rest of the story.

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, March 14, 2016

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for March 13

What does your posterior enjoy besides being spanked? As it happens, quite a lot!

Anon: My husband loves my ass, which is a great thing because I am really into anal play. Spanking is therapeutic, playful and fun. We also have a collection of butt plugs and soon will try figging for the first time. One of our favorite positions is him spanking and riding my ass while I have a toy in front. He's very oral, which feels amazing and recently, I got to return the favor. He even went so far as having me finger his butt while giving him a blow job. Warning - when done right, anal play is addictive. ;)

Simon: I love giving and receiving bottom massages. Gently rubbing oils into a beautiful bottom and hearing her moans of pleasure is highly enjoyable and receiving similar is fantastic.

Wilma: Yup. For a man who claimed years ago 'that' wasn't never on his mind, he has made a full turn around. I am still getting used to the idea of it while it is happening, relaxing enough to enjoy it to its fullest potential, ( it does have its benefits *wink*) I will say, it does make you feel very submissive, and him VERY dominant.

abby: Master and i have discovered that my bottom, besides being a spanking zone is also an erogenous zone. After a spanking, while it is still red and hot, if Master pinches or rubs His finger nails over my bottom, I am soon panting, squirming and begging for a release. And anal sex is also on that list....honestly I did nor think I would enjoy it....but was proven wrong, once again.

Amy: After a spanking, Eric draws a heart on my bottom with a red sharpie. He does it to remind me we do this out of love. It's fun being his canvas. Who knew the guy was artistic!

Ronnie: When P massages, strokes and squeezes my bottom and I love having it kissed. Happy I married a bottoms man.

S: My man is a true spanker of my ample bottom, and I enjoy that, but he also likes to follow on with every sort of rubbing, needing, stroking, caressing, and penetration, which I like just as much. One foible of his, that after a spanking, caning, strapping or whatever, he likes to photograph my chastised rump. We keep an album of these photos, strictly for ourselves, which shows my rear cheeks in every hue from pristine white, through red and scarlet to striped and bruised, each photo is dated, and lists the number of whacks and with what.

Hermione: Ron is very much an ass man, as you may have guessed. he loves to caress and fondle my bottom, and I enjoy doing the same to his. We also enjoy anal sex just as much as, if not more than, the other way(s).

Thank you to everyone who joined in the conversation this week. Let's do this again next weekend.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #116

Welcome back, one and all, to our weekend spanko discussion. Most spankos are attracted to bottoms, and it's a well-known fact that the buttocks are an erogenous area. Bottoms were meant to be spanked and seem to invite it, but there are many other ways of giving attention to this highly sensitive area. Bonnie first posed this question at a brunch in 2006, and I thought it was high time we discussed it again.

Does your bottom play sometimes extend beyond spanking? What other kinds of  bottom-related activities do you enjoy giving or receiving?

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

Saturday, March 12, 2016

You Completed the Caption

This is my caption. What kind of motivation did you create for this poster?

Sometimes you just have to ask for one.

Minelle: I'm ready! I'm ready!

Leigh: Bottoms Up

Baxter: Naughty or nice - bottoms always need spankings

arched one: you know you need spanking, just lay there and think what will happen when I pull your panties down and tan your cute bottom.

Ella: "Whiter Shade of Pale"
Butt Not For Long

Sir Wendel: DUMBASS
Yeah you sitting in the back. It isn't gonna spank itself.

Thank you all for participating in this challenge. Now let's all relax and enjoy brunch, being served  shortly.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, March 11, 2016

Friday FAIL

 Spelling mistakes make me cringe! How do you feel about these?

For some motivation to improve your spelling (or else), scroll down or click here to Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart