Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 30

Have you ever had a spanking go wrong?

Amy: Eric and I talked about spanking endlessly for about three months. Then, one afternoon in the car, he decided to smack my behind for the first time. It was comical to say the least. He could not get a good angle, I barely felt it at all, and that first attempt to "be the man" was NOT what either of us had envisioned. I'll never forget when we talked about it later because his comment was, "That was so weak, I felt like asking you to give me my handbag so I could retreat to my corner!" Round two, he went to the other extreme! Bent over the back of the couch, he pulled up my dress and then for fear of being too light again, whipped off his belt and swung full force. "YOWWWCCCHHH!" Two years later, we have found a very comfortable middle ground but we both laugh about lessons learned on both ends. ;)

Roz: We have had the odd spanking that didn't leave me in the right head space. On those occasions we did talk and it sometimes ended with round two. We have also had the odd times when an implement broke. Those usually resulted in both of us laughing and the spanking resuming once we had recovered.

Ronnie: A few spankings that didn't go to plan. Me not being in the right head space. We did talk about it and aborted the spanking. Others have been knocking at the door but spanking resumed when whoever it was went away and a couple of times when an implement broke which had us laughing and the spanking resumed.

Hermione: We have been interrupted a couple of times: once by a dog and once by a neighbour knocking at the front door. We have also had more than one implement break, and that made us both laugh.

Thank you for sharing those memories. If you can recall a time when a spanking did not go according to plan, please feel free to share it with us all in the comment section below.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #187

Welcome one and all to another weekend spanko brunch, when we get together to discuss...you guessed it, spanking!

Spankings are a natural part of our lives, and they are usually satisfactory (in a painful sort of way). But sometimes a spanking simply doesn't work out the way we want it to. The reasons vary: interruptions, physical limitations, emotions, environment, equipment failure or breakage, or something else.

Have you ever had a spanking that simply went wrong? Tell us what happened. Did you discuss the problem later? Did you take any steps to ensure it wouldn't happen again? Did you laugh or cry over it?

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

You finished this sentence

What was I thinking when...?

Roz: What was I thinking when I removed all of his underwear from his drawer.

Red: What was I thinking when I ordered five different canes from our friend Ronnie. One would have been quite effective enough, without providing variety for Cindy to use.

Dr.Ken: What was I thinking when I thought I could finish this sentence?

KDPierre: What was I thinking when I thought Rosa might not like the idea of being a disciplinarian?

Amy: What was I thinking when I challenged Eric with, "You wouldn't dare." OH, he dared!

Ronnie: What was I thinking when I bought this new bath brush.

Hands63: What was I thinking when I appeared on the Jerry Springer Show?

Anon 1: What was I thinking when I told him hand spankings didn't really have much affect on my bottom?

What was I thinking leaving the hairbrush on my coffee table before I invited him in after our first date?

Liza: What was I thinking when I married my ex?

Baxter: What was I thinking when I told her to paddle my bottom hard?

Sir Wendel: What was I thinking when I went to see “50 Shades of Grey” with the Misses.

Northierthanthou: What was I thinking when I decided to add pungi sticks to mar wargames.

(In my defense, I was around 8 years old)

Hermione: What was I thinking when I told Ron I could think of another use for a paint stirrer?


Wow! That was fun. We must do it more often. For more fun and games, stick around and have brunch with me.

Friday FAIL

Many of us are on vacation and are traveling to exotic, interesting, or familiar locations for a break from routine. But some hotels and motels have few repeat customers. Here are a few examples of places I would not return to.

 Not a very friendly welcome.

 What's with the no smoking ashtray? Has it been repurposed as a coaster?

 Where's the view?

The bathroom vent doesn't work!

 There's no point in complaining either!

Next year we'll stay home.

Finish this sentence

Instead of the usual Complete the Caption, let's do something different today.

What was I thinking when...?

Finish the sentence in any way you like in the comments section below. Naughty or nice, it doesn't matter. I can't wait to see what you come up with!

From the Top Shelf - The Schoolmaster's Wife, part 2

Last week we began the first of three installments of a short story taken from Janus magazine, by the prolific R.T Mason. Priscilla Browne, the wife of a young teacher, has found herself in a very unusual boys' school. Much to her dismay, she has learned that the headmaster canes schoolmasters' wives as well as naughty boys. In fact, he delights in it! You may want to reread part 1 to refresh your memory.

Once again, I must warn my readers that this is a decidedly sexist story, and oh so NOT politically correct. It was written many years ago and does not reflect my personal opinions. Read it at your own risk.

So now you know it all, thought Priscilla. Bottom pinching in the chapel, the Head canes you, and on top of that you have to let young boys spank your bare bum! Quite, quite inconceivable!

She went back to her own sitting room, her mind bemused by the morning's revelations. She still hadn't formally met the members of her House - that little treat was scheduled for this afternoon. And what would happen then? Could she possibly cope after what she knew now?

Derek came in ten minutes later, his first classes at Kingswood over. He seemed quite pleased and said it hadn't gone too badly. "And how about you, darling?" he asked, kissing her, "Are you getting your bearings?"

She managed to force a smile. "Er...yes, slowly," she said, and left it at that. As he settled down with his newspaper she unhappily reviewed her problems. There was presumably nothing she could do about getting her bottom pinched in Chapel; clearly you either stood still and let it happen or made a scene. And what would that do for Derek's prospects? Quite simply she wasn't prepared to make a scene. And the Head? Well, she could only wait and see about him. But the boys in the House? Surely she didn't have to suffer the humiliation of pandering to their every whim?

The Head introduced Derek and Priscilla to the members of Delany House right after lunch. Forty boys ranging through to 18 plus. Derek made a little speech after Dr. Stirling, then Priscilla stood up, smiling, to let them see her. Smiling outwardly but cringing inside as she thought of what Angela had said. 'Get the Head Boy and the prefects on your side'. Then it was plain sailing. But to do that...!

The real shock came right after the House meeting. Derek had to go and take a class and Priscilla was to serve tea to those very same dreaded Head Boy and his prefects in their living room. Five strapping youths, all of them just a few years younger than Priscilla's 22 years...and what had Angela said? All dreaming about stripping you naked and giving you a good shagging. Priscilla blushed hotly and gritted her teeth.

In her sitting room the Head Boy, Robert Maidment, tall and dark, said, "We're really pleased to see you here, Mrs. Browne. And clearly Delany House is now going to have the prettiest wife in the school."

As Priscilla blushed slightly one of the others added, "And the one with the best figure too!"

The others enthusiastically nodded and voiced agreement, their eyes running all over her body. 'Christ!' thought Priscilla, becoming nervous. She quickly excused herself to go into the kitchen and make the tea. But they all immediately followed, crowding around her. A hand slid over her bottom cheeks.

She tried to move but they were all swarming round. "Look," she said imploringly, "Please...."

Robert Maidment said, "A Housemaster's wife is always very friendly to the prefects, Mrs. Browne. That way we all co-operate to keep the other little tykes in order."

"Yes, miss, very nice and friendly," said a thick set youth she could only remember as Desmond something. "And by the way, Mrs. Browne, you really do have a gorgeous pair of tits."

And then, before Priscilla knew what was happening they had all moved in on her; all five at once grabbing and groping. She felt like the ball in the middle of a rugby maul. One boy was trying to unfasten her dress, another had his hand up her skirt and was twiddling with a suspender, three or four hands were trying to squeeze her breasts at the same time.

Priscilla did the only thing possible, she let out an ear piercing scream. One could imagine the sound echoing across the whole of the school and it did have some effect. They let go of her.

Straightening her dress and with tears in her eyes, she gasped, "You boys should all be ashamed of yourselves. You're acting like wild animals. I've a good mind to tell my husband!"

Robert Maidment, his face a bit red, said, "Now that wouldn't be a good idea, miss. We didn't mean to rough you up. It was just spontaneous and we got a bit carried away. But the fact is that in this school, the Housemaster's wife is always nice to the senior boys. That's just the way things work here."

"What does 'being nice' mean, exactly?" asked Priscilla, still flushed from her struggles.

"It means let's see what you've got under that dress, for a start," said one of the other boys with a leer. "We're starved for a sight of soft rounded female flesh!"

Desmond added. "And Mrs. Bowen lets us spank her bottom too." As Priscilla reddened, he added casually, "Her bare bottom, naturally."

She spat back angrily, "Well I'm not doing any of those things, they're disgusting and degrading. I'd advise you to forget this conversation."

She gave them tea and cakes with the thought that maybe her strong stance just might have got through to their better natures but she could tell from their general demeanour that it was a forlorn hope.

An hour after they had left, sullenly, there was a knock on her door. It was the Head Boy again. He told her that the junior members of the House were likely to be very boisterous that evening and there wasn't a lot the prefects would be able to do about it. Priscilla turned slightly pale. This was blackmail. She tried to argue the issue but he nodded politely and walked away.

That night there was a minor riot in Delany House, boys shouting and screaming, rampaging about all evening, and the racket continued after Lights Out. Derek, white-faced, did his best to produce some semblance of order; but as soon as he'd got one dormitory quiet, a riotous noise would erupt from another. His repeated queries of the Senior boys as to why they were doing nothing to help quell the disturbance finally drew a comment from one prefect:

"If your wife was more pleasant to us, Sir, we'd be more inclined to get involved."

Things finally quietened down when the Head came over, breathing fire and thunder. He said he would see Derek and Priscilla about these shameful goings-on in his study in the morning...separately.

"Whatever is all this about?" asked a bewildered Derek Browne when he and his wife were finally alone in their sitting room at about 12.30 am.

"The senior boys want me to undress for them, that's all!" said a tight-lipped Priscilla, "and that's just the start. Of course I said I wouldn't."

"Whaaaaaattt?"

"You heard. It's the done thing here, didn't you know? A Housemaster's wife is supposed to be nice to the senior boys. Yes, that sort of nice! Susan Rogers lets her senior boys screw her!"

Derek gasped in horror. "Jesus, they haven't asked you for that, I hope!"

Priscilla said, her voice tense, "No - not yet! Though I expect they'd all like to."

In the morning, with an air of ominous calm about Delany House, came the reckoning. Derek was to go and see Dr. Stirling at 9.30 am, Priscilla at 10. Before these dread appointments, though, there was Chapel. In which Priscilla, this morning in a pink-flowered blouse and blue skirt, suffered the same treatment as the day before. Standing at the backless bench with the other wives, her bottom was openly felt up when the boys filed in and again when they went out. It was hateful but today she had more worrying things on her mind - that 10am appointment.

In the Head's study Derek found himself well and truly 'on the carpet' as Dr. Stirling told him, in icy tones, he expected much better from his Housemasters. It had been an utterly weak and disgraceful performance. But Derek could hardly blurt out what Priscilla had told him as, in any case, it would make him look extremely foolish.

"It won't happen again, Headmaster," he said, hoping he sounded confident and sure of himself.

"It had better not!" replied the Head grimly, "or you may find this tenure to be of short duration. You haven't made a very good start!"

He was still looking grim when Priscilla knocked and entered, though now the grimness was tempered with a feeling of pleasurable anticipation.

"Do you have any word of explanation for last night's disgraceful business?" he sternly addressed the unhappy-looking Priscilla.

She shook her head miserably. Well, what could she say? It was probable Dr. Stirling already had some idea why. "When there is disruption in a House, Mrs. Browne, I always attribute a lot of responsibility to the Housemaster's wife. She has to learn to get along with the boys in her care. You are going to learn that...and quickly I hope!"

Priscilla bit her lip. "Y...yes, Dr. Stirling," she muttered miserably.

"Yes indeed, Mrs Browne. And what did I tell you about what happens to the young wives here when they fail the trust placed in them? I give them the cane, Mrs.Browne. Will you therefore kindly pull down your knickers and then bend right across my desk!"

He went to the door and locked it - while Priscilla stood rooted to the floor with shock, her heart thumping. "Look...Dr. Stirling...you can't mean that...I'm not a pupil, I'm a grown woman!"

"Undoubtedly you are, Mrs. Browne. Undoubtedly fully-grown and especially so in all the best parts. And it is one of those best parts which is now going to feel the sting of my cane. And why on earth shouldn't a fully grown woman be caned, eh? So get those knickers down, please! At ONCE!"

What could she do? It seemed that all the others got it. And...at least it was private. Just her and Dr. Stirling. And no one else had to know. She finally, hesitantly, raised her hands and slid them up under her skirt. Looking fixedly at the carpet she slid her knickers down to the tops of her nylons.

"Over the desk!" instructed Dr. Sterling. Papers, inkstand etc had all been thoughtfully cleared to one side.

"Good!" he said. He pulled up her full blue skirt and there indeed were a pair of brief pink nylon knickers at the tops of Priscilla's dark nylons. And then the full pale upper thighs and, above them, a splendid bare bottom; two ripely rounded globes of creamy female flesh.

Dr. Stirling gave this splendid bared bottom a preliminary appreciative smack. There was a satisfying sound of flesh meeting flesh. The bottom wobbled delightfully at the contact. Priscilla, her face in close proximity to the polished desk-top emitted a sharp gasp. This whole business was simply mortifying!

And then after a slight pause; CRACK! An unbelievable pain in her defenceless rear as the cane swished vigorously down. She let out an agonised yelp. Her bottom went into a desperate flesh-wobbling dance.

Then CRACK! A second vigorous stroke across the full meat of that so appetising backside, very close to the line of the first. A second desperate yelp, the bottom's frantic dance re-intensified, and CRACK! a third, then CRACK! a fourth. At which point Priscilla sagged somewhat at the knees and Dr. Stirling had to haul her back into position, her juicy bottom now with its four distinct red stripes.

"No!" she cried. "No more please!"

But there were naturally two more to come. Because, as in all good schools, six of the best was the norm. And at Kingswood School that naturally applied to pretty young wives as well.

When he had finished he dropped the cane and ran his hand approvingly over Priscilla's smarting backside.

"There now, Mrs. Browne, I found that most enjoyable. But for the sake of your husband's career, not to mention your own bottom, I hope you quickly get matters sorted out over in Delany House."

Her hand went up to wipe away the tears.

Ouch! I wouldn't like to be in Priscilla's position. Now what will she do about the boys?

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 23

How does seeing bad language used on a spanking affect you?

Downunder Don: Yes I am very much affected by the language that people use in their blog. No not the swearing (the F bomb and the C word).
English is a beautiful language and is sometimes murdered by bad spelling and grammar. I think some bloggers need to run their posts through a spell and grammar checker before posting.

KDPierre: Am I turned off by a blog due just to language? Fuck no! ;-)

Actually, that isn't quite true. I AM bothered by offensive language, e.g. 'there' when they mean 'their', 'your' when they mean 'you're', 'its' when they mean 'it's'...positively repulsive!

A study came out this year that indicated that people who curse are more honest that people who do not. Interesting, huh? And I've never understood the hoopla over 'fuck'. Someone needs to explain that one to me. (I once did an entire essay on Cursing on my blog. It's still there if anyone is interested in learning about the hypocrisy of 'profanity').

Roz: Great question Hermione! When certain words are repeatedly used, such as the C bomb for example, that can put me off reading. Otherwise, I'm generally not put off reading blog because of language.

Jan: Hi Hermione, not particularly the words but sometimes the way an author describes things puts me off, I am more prudish than I thought!

Simon: I try to avoid blogs/tumblrs that use offensive language or terms that are derogatory to women or imply non-consent. There are also a few blogs I avoid because they espouse views that I find annoying (rather than offensive).

Amy: I've never left a blog due to the language, but I did find political rants a huge turn off so I ventured away from a few between November and March.

PK: Language doesn't bother me much. But I do get tired of the F-word being over used simply because someone has a limited vocabulary. I'm more likely to be turned off by pictures. There are thing I don't want to see, women's butt with massive bruises or broken skin. Just not my thing.

Ronnie: I wouldn't leave a blog because of language as longs as it's not overused. Pictures are more likely to make me leave. Also like Amy, I don't enjoy blogs that continually rant and rave about politics. Thanks for the mention.

Hermione: I am not bothered by the occasional use of a "blue" word if it is part of the context of the post. It's the content of the whole post that matters to me. If there is nothing other than swear words, then I won't return often.   If the C word is used other than to quote someone else's use of it, then I'm afraid I am offended and will steer clear of that blog.

I am more often offended by overly explicit photos, and am also unlikely to return to a blog loaded with grammatical errors.

Katie: A little goes a long way, I think, in terms of foul language. I don't tend to use it at home much, and I prefer not to read it in great quantities either. I do try to have an open mind, when reading though. Not that I never use it or anything. If I stub my toe or something, you might get a SH$T out of me. Very rarely, the F word. It's just not me... or Rob for that matter.

I agree with some of the others about pictures. There are some super bloggers out there, but I do have a hard time when there are very graphic pictures. I tend not to watch spanking videos or such. It doesn't turn me on really. I do love to read books with spanking in them, as well as light BDSM.

Enzo: Hermione - A bit late, but thanks for posting the question. I guess I've learned I should worry less about the occasional swear word, and more about my grammar. LOL Or did I miss the point?

Thank you all for your thoughts on this subject today. What a variety of opinions!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #186

Welcome to our spanko picnic brunch. Whether you are new here or a regular visitor, please help yourself to something from the basket, find a comfortable spot to sit, and join in the conversation.

Last week my good friend Ronnie talked about using questionable language (specifically the F-word) and when it was acceptable. This prompted Enzo to leave a comment that we all thought would make a great topic for today:

"I have often wondered if certain words would turn readers off to certain blogs?" What do you think?  Are you offended by the language on some blogs? Do you avoid blogs that use language that you consider offensive or do you follow them anyway?

Please leave your response as a comment. It's not necessary to identify specific blogs that offend you. I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.

You Completed the Caption

KDPierre: Photographic proof that it often takes three men and a computer to keep up with one woman with a pad and pencil.

Hands63: "Good Morning Dave, who's the hot babe playing with my joystick?"

Amy: "This blasted mind reader doesn't work at all. Are you seriously trying to tell me that Ms. Prude over there is fantasizing about going over my knee?! No way."

Anon 1: I can't believe it takes all this equipment to make a simple spanking video!

Anon 2: So boys, what will I see through the round window today?

Ronnie: Surely we can fix it without having to ask Mary for help.

Carl: The original "Big Bang Theory" sitcom.

Hermione: (Woman) Your iPhone prototype is a failure. It will never fit into my handbag. Keep working on it, guys.

Friday FAIL

Some days, you just can't win! Here are some culinary-related FAILs to remind you that everyone has troubles of one kind or another.

Mislabeling a box of pasta is a spankable offence

And rightly so!

Where's the manager?

Get a crowbar and pry the machine open

That's all, folks!

Complete the Caption

I don't know why this photo appealed to me, but there must be something more than technical expertise going on here. Very few people dare to enter this room full of mysterious equipment. Three men, one woman, no one to disturb them, so...

You know the drill. Complete the caption. I can't wait to see what you come up with!

If - the caning scene

Yesterday I mentioned that the story I posted reminded me of the movie If. It was a movie I went to see with a friend soon after it came out, and I was both shocked and delighted to see such a lengthy caning scene in it. I had been hoping that since it was a school story, there might be a bit of discipline on offer, and I wasn't disappointed. I struggled to conceal my pleasure from my friend, who did not understand why I wanted to stay and see the movie again!

From the Top Shelf - The Schoolmaster's Wife, part 1

This is part one of a long story from an edition of Janus published over 30 years ago, by one of the magazine's most popular writers R.T.Mason. This tale, even by Mr. Mason's imaginative and kinky standards, is rather fanciful and reminds me of a spanky version of the 1960s movie If. (I can just see Malcolm McDowell as the nasty Head Boy). It's a school that exists only in the imagination (I hope.  The story is quite unpolitically correct by today's standards, and would not appear in a modern magazine. You have been warned, so read on, if you dare!

It was Priscilla Browne's first Chapel on this, her first morning at Kingswood School and she found herself seated on a rather uncomfortable backless bench with the other Masters' wives. When the School filed in to the chapel the Masters and wives had to stand. The Upper School had to pass along directly behind the bench where the Junior Masters' wives were now standing, and the first time it happened Priscilla assumed it was an accident: a boy's hand brushing against the cheeks of her bottom.

But then followed a second, and a third, and then a fourth; and two of them were quite unmistakably bold 'feels' of her rather ripe bottom, contained this particular morning in only a thin summer dress with wispy brief knickers underneath. She bit her lip and sensed that she was flushing. But she could hardly make a scene on this very first morning at the School.

At the end of the short service the same thing happened; staff and their wives standing while the School filed out, at a somewhat leisurely pace. And again three or four boys, either the same ones or others, did it again; treated themselves to an open appreciative feel of the posterior of this new and very pretty young Master's wife. And again there was nothing Priscilla could do except stand there, mentally squirming, and letting it happen.

It was definitely a shock introduction to life at Kingswood, a somewhat minor Boys' Public School, but Priscilla decided, for the present at least, to say nothing to her husband, Derek. He, new like her, of course, to Kingswood, had to go off to teach his first classes and so probably had enough to think about. Directly after Chapel, though, Priscilla found herself walking in the Quadrangle with another young wife, a pretty brunette, who, like Priscilla, was in her early twenties. She introduced herself as Angela Bowen.

Angela asked if Priscilla was settling in all right. Then added, laughing, "I expect your bottom got a few feels and pinches in Chapel?"

Priscilla was horrified. So it was evidently not an isolated incident. Her pent-up feelings burst forth, "It's simply outrageous! Doing that to a Master's wife! Haven't you complained to the Headmaster?"

Angela chuckled. "You've got to be joking! Have you met the Head yet? You've a treat in store! He's the worst of the lot!"

Priscilla had not in fact yet met Dr. Stirling. She had unfortunately been indisposed when she and Derek had been due to come and look over the School before term started and so Derek had gone by himself. This, the first day of term, was the first Priscilla has actually seen of it. It was considered that wives had an important role to play in supporting their husbands so she had been interviewed along with Derek for the job - Derek to teach English and to take charge of a School House. It was seen that Priscilla would have a major supporting role in this latter function. The interview had been in London with the Board of Trustees and Governors. And none of them had pinched her bottom, although she blushed as she remembered that one or two of the men had stared with evident interest at the pretty blonde girl and her shapely figure, full firm breasts and equally ripe and firm young backside.

Priscilla was due to meet the Head for the first time for coffee later that morning, and Angela Bowen's words did not have her exactly looking forward to it. Worst of the lot? What did that mean?

She knocked and entered his study with some trepidation. He was a large man, tall and bulky, with sharp appraising eyes. Eyes that went quickly over Priscilla's shapely form as he rose to greet her. After the boys in Chapel and Angela Bowen's warning, she half expected him to pinch her bottom right away. But he didn't - oh no, it must have taken him all of five minutes!

He had led her over to his French window overlooking the lawn - after a friendly greeting and saying how sorry he was that they had not been able to meet before. And was she settled in all right in Delaney House? Then, after a few words about the School, he said how glad he was to find that she was such a pretty and shapely young woman.

"Naturally the Governors would have taken that into consideration when they appointed you and your husband. A lovely woman does so much for the boys' morale in an otherwise all-male school. And of course it does wonders for the Headmaster's morale as well!"

He laughed rather loudly. "Yes indeed. A lovely woman with a very shapely figure. Including a rather splendid bottom, I must say!"

And at that point he simply reached round behind her and took a firm hold of Priscilla's backside. A much more firm and no-nonsense grip than any of the feels she had received from the boys in Chapel.

Priscilla gasped and involuntarily squirmed. But what do you do when you are the very new wife of a very new and junior Master and it's the Headmaster who has a hold on your bottom? Priscilla felt she didn't have a lot of choice but to let him continue.

He groped and fondled at her full firm cheeks, and then gave her bottom a sharp slap. "And speaking of your bottom, Mrs. Browne, leads me on to another matter. Discipline. Discipline for our young wives, that is. Sometimes young wives become troublesome in a place like this and, heaven knows, their husbands have enough to worry about. So what I like to do, if our young wives get into any little problems, is to treat them just the same as I treat the older boys. I give them a good caning."

Could she possibly have heard correctly? Priscilla's incredulity must have shown by the manner in which her face flushed bright red and her mouth dropped open.

"Yes, Mrs. Browne, a sound caning." He smiled disarmingly. "To be perfectly frank, caning a pretty young woman is a very pleasant diversion after dealing with young males all day. And I can assure you it is something I shall look forward to with great pleasure in your case."

He gave Priscilla's bottom another sharp slap and indicated that the interview was over.

* * *

Still in a daze Priscilla happened to see Angela Bowen again just a little later. Smiling brightly, Angela asked how Priscilla had got on, then invited her over to her own House, Perceval, for another cup of coffee.

"Did he get his cane out?" laughed Angela.

Priscilla was now prepared to believe anything! "He-he doesn't really cane us, does he?" she asked weakly.

"Oh I'm afraid he does, dear. Whenever we give him the excuse and sometimes when there is no excuse at all. I'm afraid, like he says, we are a pleasant diversion from the boys."

"But - but does your husband know?" asked Priscilla, incredulously.

"Oh yes, of course he does. And he just has to accept it as one of the Head's little quirks. After all he values his position here...and it's not as if the Head was screwing me, is it?"

"When-when does he do it?" asked Priscilla, completely stunned and feeling a little weak at the knees.

"Like I say, whenever he gets the excuse." She poured the percolated coffee into the cups. "And that's another thing, of course. Have you ever been in charge of a school House before? I mean you have the same degree of responsibility as your husband, and that's how the Head views it. And if you can't control the little monsters, that's one sure way of giving dear Dr. Stirling a wonderful excuse. So ask yourself, Priscilla, can you control fifty hormonally-charged boys who are all dreaming of getting you naked and giving you a good shagging?"

Priscilla felt her skin pricking with little beads of perspiration. She had never taken charge of a group of boys before, as this was Derek's first regular appointment. She stared at Angela and bleakly shook her head.

"Drink your coffee," said Angela. "The trick of course is to get the Head Boy and all the prefects on your side, then the battle's won. But getting them all on your side poses its own problems. Of course, you could be like Susan Rogers, whose husband runs Lamont House, and simply allow the boys to screw you. She never has any trouble with discipline."

Priscilla gasped in disbelief. This just couldn't be happening!

"No, it's true," said Angela. "Mind you, Susan is a little tart. She loves screwing them anyway."

Priscilla, struggling to maintain composure, asked what Angela did to ease the pupil problem.

Angela flushed slightly. " Let's just say I'm very friendly with them, without letting them have...er...you-know-what. I sometimes let them watch me undress and sometimes - well, I do sometimes let them spank me."

Priscilla gave another incredulous look, and Angela smiled. "There's no need to look like that. It's perfectly normal for boys of their age to want to see a woman's body and also, well, have a little intimate contact with it. Spanking is harmless enough."

"Wh-what sort of...spanking?" asked Priscilla, now struggling for breath it seemed.

"Oh well of course they want your bare bum. A good hiding with your knickers down. And I do usually agree to that."

So now Priscilla knows exactly what kind of school her husbandhas been hired by. Whatever will she do?

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 16

What is your implement of choice?

Liza: I prefer my husband's hand over any implement; so does my husband. We both like the skin on skin feeling.

Dr. Ken: I look for something leather and that has a handle that fits comfortably in my hand. There's no point in an implement that I have trouble grasping. Also, since having a lady OTK is my preference, I look for something that can be used while she's in that position...

Amy: I'm a huge fan of shopping for implements in the kitchen aisle of a grocery store. I get a kick out of having Eric grab a wooden spoon, spatula or any regular household item and taking it to my backside unexpectedly. He, on the other hand, prefers having me OTK with his favorite leather strap in hand. Can't say I don't enjoy that as well! The silent spanker, a wire hanger, is a recent discovery that we are developing a love/hate relationship with.

Subone: Right now my sir is finding the quiet implements to his liking. The newest addition is the red devil from Cane-iac.

Fondles: I think we both agree that his hand is probably our favourite. But as far as other implements go, I enjoy the cane tremendously while I think BIKSS likes the Christmas paddle (wooden one) and the purple rubber massager (it's a spanker I'm certain!) he found at a night market! I don't like the purple one at all.

Ronnie:  We both like the hand. I love the cane as P does. P's favourite implement at the moment is a wooden paddle Bogey sent, I hate it.

Hermione: Ron prefers anything that make a lot of noise, either from the impact of said implement, or from me! He usually goes for wood, and loves the long shoehorn. When I can choose, I usually select a broad, flexible leather paddle, as I prefer the softness of leather.

Thank you all for joining in the discussion!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #185

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for an enjoyable brunch with friends and acquaintances. Many of us have more than one paddle, strap, tawse, cane or hairbrush, and there's always room for one more. But how do you choose?

What do you look for in a spanking implement? What qualities draw you to one over another? Does your choice agree with your partner's? If not, what features does s/he prefer?

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

You Completed the Caption

What did you think would happen in the fourth panel of this montage? Your captions went like this:

Baxter: It could go two ways:

1 - a bare bottomed man appears over her knee

2 - a man appears and clears her clothing away revealing a bare bottom and is quickly put over his knee.

Leigh: "I wonder what's going to happen when he comes in and sees me like this?"

sub hub: "I hear the lad coming this way. I'd better prepare for his admonishment."

A.J.: Getting spanked for showing too much ankle?

Hands63: The three bears come home and find her sleeping in their bed.

Anon: Peeking through the windows of my cottage yet again, you naughty recalcitrant lad. It is these pantaloons that fascinate you so?

It's time I taught you a lesson. Fetch me that birch, then bend over and unbuckle those trousers. Do it now, you've so much to learn.

Ronnie: I wonder what he has in store for me as he said he wants me undressed before he arrives.

Liza: Rosalind tells Orlando she wants the spanking to be harder and longer this time. Orlando replies, "As you like it."

Sir Wendel: My first thought:
(4th frame): Shows her sleeping.

But then I came to my senses:
(Frame 1 - 3): Antoinette quickly prepared for a good caning as she heard her dear Geoffrey approach the door. (4th frame): Shows Geoffrey sleeping while Antoinette rubs her sore striped bottom.


Hermione: I think I hear him coming. I'll take off my stockings because he always ties me up with them before spanking me. Ouch!

Excellent captions. Stay tuned for more fun at brunch, being served on the patio later today.

Friday FAIL

Busy highways frighten me, and I avoid them at all costs. Give me a slower, two-lane roadway any day. I'll arrive later but with my nerves intact! However, not all traffic danger is on the highway. Bad drivers are everywhere. I say that the demerit system here in Canada should include a sound spanking along with the demerits and fines.

That's not what they meant by "Drive-Thru"

Is he trying to right the car, or is he rescuing his briefcase?

Eek!

Trouble parking again?

No worries. It happens at least once a week, and even the fish are used to it.

This one's the best

Happy Friday!

Complete the Caption

This vintage sequence of photos reminds me of some of the Victorian spanking  stories I have read over the years. What will happen in the missing fourth picture?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suggestions on Saturday.

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