Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 30

We've made it to the end of another year together, so here are your resolutions for the year to come.

Rosco: I have several New Year's resolutions, but our sex and domestic discipline life revolves around minor stuff and fantasies. Real stuff we discuss - how boring I know.

I am spanked usually for imaginary flirtations with women and girls we do not know, except for those with thinly disguised variation's of Irene's first, middle and last names. And I am spanked for failure to deliver a proper foot massage or wash and fold her lingerie.

I am also spanked at bedtime about once a week. I will be dozing off and she will pull the covers off and thrash me with a whip then wish me sweet dreams. It works.

Amy: My New Year's resolution will be to write more. Missed y'all! No spankings here. Eric is traveling again.

Roz: My resolution is to get back on track with my exercises after a slack couple of weeks over the holidays. Alas, there will be no spankings as a consequence or reward.

Sir Wendel: We have the same New Year’s resolutions every year: eat healthier, exercise more and save more. If we spank each other every time we break a resolution then neither one of us would sit all year.

Have a great new year Hermione!

Anon 1: Nothing will change, my wife will still give spankings when I deserve one, I will still protest, plead, beg, all to no avail. Have seen this past year that spankings have been in front of others, and outside of the home. Could be less tolerance, but knowing others could be present I try hard not to earn a spanking.

Anon 2: My wife has stated already there will a caning to greet the new year.

Barrel: After a session this week, my wife admitted she enjoys the act of whipping and caning more than the build up, which I enjoy the most. Therefore, my resolution this year will be to lay out one of our implements at least once a month which always leads to an intense session for her satisfaction.

Baxter: I resolve to get more spankings from my wife. My spankings this year were sidetracked due to total knee replacement surgery and both the run up to the surgery and the recovery. I have also gained 15 pounds since the recovery and probably should be spanked for that, since I am in my early 60s and need to lose those 15 pounds plus another 15.

Bernie: I have the standing invitation to give 24 hour notice of the want, need for a spanking. This is to be done by leaving a toy on my wife's desk. This lets her develop the mindset and idea for the event. I resolve to take better advantage of the offer and to challenge her imagination.

The best to all, and to all be safe on New Year's Eve.

Yorkie: We usually don't bother with New Year's Resolutions but if I did, then a spanking would definitely be a reward!

Hermione: I'm really terrible at dusting the furniture, removing the cobwebs from corners of the ceiling and chasing the dust bunnies out from under the bed. I resolve to do better next year, and Ron will encourage me with good girl spankings when I do a good job without being reminded.

Goodbye 2018, hello 2019. Be careful tonight if you are out partying!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #259

How time flies! I can't believe this will be our last brunch for 2018. As one year ends and another begins, many of us try to make a fresh start in the new year with one or more resolutions. How does that work for you?

Do you have a New Year's resolution in mind? Will you be rewarded with a spanking for keeping it? Will a spanking be the consequence for failing to keep the resolution?

Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish our conversation once everyone has had a chance to speak.

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Anon 1: There are too many cracks to cover and I don't have enough plates. Oh Dear I so know.

King Marshal: Crap! What am I going to use to stop the next leak with?

QBuzz: Mary really hoped her husband would rescind his 'no dress, no bra, no skirt, no knickers' rule before her mother visited on Sunday...

Anon 2: Nancy Drew Mysteries: The Secret of The Hidden Spanking Room

KDPierre: "Darn it! People who look at this photo of me by this wall say there are eleven visible cracks...but no matter how many times I count them, I can only find ten."

Anon 3: Hanging plates level while master is wielding that paddle is impossible. Even if the lines are supposed to make it easier.

Windy: To get her husband's attention, Melania gets her hair cut and strips. "This is how presidents build a wall -- safely here in the China Room, you dumb ass."

Ronnie: It's alright him telling me to go and get dressed, but he could have told me where the door was.

Leigh: I have to find a way out of here.

Sir Wendel: Martha hastily finished her chores in hopes of avoiding a spanking with her husband’s belt. Little did Martha know she was getting a spanking no matter what.

Hermione: While redecorating the kitchen with vintage china, Gladys accidentally managed to glue her hands to the wall, making her an appealing target for a spanking.

Those were great! What a variety of interpretations. For more variety, please stay and have brunch with me. It's almost ready.

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This vintage photo made me scratch my head and wonder what it's all about. Plates, lines on the wall - partial family trees? - and an apron-clad lady. What's up with this? Do you have any ideas?

Sure you do. Complete the caption by leaving a comment and we'll unravel the mystery together.

Merry Christmas!

Ron and I wish every one of you a happy Christmas day. To help you enjoy the festivities, here's a little taste of a Christmas story by Constance Masters. 

Carol looked out of the window at the perfect scene before her. The rows of snow covered trees glinted in the moonlight, their reflection shining from the spectacular frozen lake. Yep, the outside was a frozen wonderland, picture perfect, unlike the inside which was about to become very heated and not from the homey warmth of the fire that crackled in the decorated fireplace downstairs in the living room. She sighed deeply and wondered just how much trouble she was in. Okay, so the fact that she was in the corner with her chubby bare backside on show...a bit of a hint. Carol winced as she caught sight of the rather ample target in the bedroom mirror. She really did need to lay off the full fat eggnog next year. And the cookies. As she looked back again, through the window at the peaceful Christmas card scene, her mind drifted to where it had all gone wrong...

Click here to enjoy the rest. Go on, you have plenty of time while the turkey is in the oven.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 23

What spanking surprises will be under your tree this year?

QBuzz: My partner is getting a new spatula to replace the one that split across her bottom :D
I'm sure it'll get tested out at some point...

Bernie: Hoping for something spanking related. At the very least, maybe a good old spanking under the tree.

Yorkie: Unfortunately, no. Money is a bit tight as we are channelling everything we've got spare toward our road trip this Christmas which also means there will be no extra curricular activities either. We kind of scheduled something for when we get back. :(

Roz: Sorry, my answer to this question is rather boring I'm afraid lol. No spanking implements under the tree and no festive spanking.

Rosco: Thanks for the reminder. I want to get Irene a a Split Razor Leather Strap from Cane-iac. It’s like a two tailed tawse but has a round handle rather than a flat one.

Irene has complained the flat handle is harder for her to grip. But mostly we’ve tried various implements and know what we like - whips, riding crops and leather - no paddles.

In the spring it will be time to cut a few switches - the shoots from wild plum trees in our hills work best.

Right now the kids are visiting for the holidays so no sex and no spanking.

Fondles: No toys for Christmas presents - but he did bring a "sample" of tawse he was planning on making - but I don't think that's going to be happening as I hated every second of it! And if it aint good for me, it aint good for him.

The post of our Christmas celebration is HERE.

Barrel: Nothing under the tree, since her arsenal is quite adequate in dealing with all circumstances.

With no doctor visits scheduled until July, my wife mentioned she wants to use our two canes and hairbrush in an extended session so the effects have time to disappear. I’ll use the time off over the Christmas holiday to mentally prepare. Joy to the world!!

NoraJean: Funny you should ask, Hermione ... I just realized this morning that I didn't get Frank any spanky weaponry presents to add to his continuously growing drawer of goodies ;)) ... maybe Santa will :)) ... hugs! and Merry Christmas!

Terpsichore: That would be a lovely surprise...but not it is unlikely I will find anything under the tree...perhaps I wasn't naughty enough... :-) Merry Christmas to you and yours

James: Am assuming that some sort of cane or strap is going to be under the tree.
Tossing the garbage yesterday found wrappings from the Pleasure Chest So I'm sure I'm in for some sort of discipline if not under in front of the tree.
I HOPE!

Joe: I am hoping for a God-long and sound strapping for Christmas but she has said I will have to wait and see. When she asked what I wanted for Christmas I told her a visit to a professional disciplinarian with both of them punishing me.

Sir Wendel: The Misses will be getting a new hair brush in her stocking. Her family will be stopping by this year so any spanking will have to take place before they arrive.

Ronnie: No not this year. We both decided no new implements as we have more than enough for now.

Hermione: I usually put a new spanking implement under the tree for Ron, and it's always the last present he opens. This year it's a white paddle that I hope he will enjoy;  me, not so much!

Thank you all for stopping by on a busy weekend. Watch the skies tonight for reindeer, or track Santa's progress at NORAD.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #258

Welcome to a special yuletide brunch. The logs are burning in the fireplace and the eggnog is ready, so have a glass of cheer and let's get started.

Will there be any spanking toys for you or your partner under the tree this year? Will you be celebrating the holidays with any special spanking activities?

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

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KDPierre: "Santa says for this Season to have a Coke and a spank.
(You don't need a reason.)

King Marshal: This so much better than leaving me milk and cookies!

Red: Be of good cheer, as you spank Bettie's rear.

QBuzz: Santa always gives lumps of coal to naughty girls.
One year, he tried giving them spankings instead. But then the year after that, EVERY girl was naughty!

Roz: That's what you get for snooping at the presents.

Ronnie: Even good girls get spanked at Christmas.

leo: Oops Santa six of the best please.

Anon 1: You have been Naughty or Nice? Well both my dear, but still spanking you can be because of you being nice, can it not? Ho Ho Ho!

Leigh Smith: Rosy red cheeks are the sign of the season.

Barrel: First Dasher...then Dancer...then Prancer...WOW Vixen! Truly a Merry Christmas.

Anon 2: Oh dear harder, I mean Santa, I've been a naughty little girl. I'm sorry Santa, I be good tonight. What's that I feel Santa, are you being naughty?

Sir Wendel: Sorry. Naughty girls get spanked with their panties on. Only good girls get spanked on the bare bottom.

Rosco: I do appreciate a naughty girl now and them, really I do. Now that I’ve started, I can’t really stop til your ample fleshy beautiful bottom matches the red of my suit, can I?

I hope the reindeer are patient and hope we can take care of the kids tonight even if we get a late start, because I’m having a bit of trouble tearing myself away from the task at hand.

Oh my word, girl. You’re wet between the legs. You’re not taking this punishment very seriously, are you. What must I do to get you to behave.?


Hermione: "But Santa, I've been ever so good all year!"
"Maybe so, and this is to make sure you won't be naughty next year!"

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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Here's a Christmas card that any good spanko would love to receive. I'll order four dozen to send to my friends. What do you think was written inside?

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

From the Top Shelf - The Legend of Sophia the Fair, part 3

Today we have the conclusion to "The Legend of Sophia the Fair", from Rollin Hand's The Romance of Spanking Vol. 2. You may wish to reread part 1 and part 2 first, in which Sir Hugh is sitting in a pub, recounting his knowledge of the legendary Sophia the Fair to a scholar. Now his tale is ended.

The scholar took his leave.

Hugh returned to the keep to seek out his wife. He found her in the study. “I see my daughters are taking their lessons more seriously now.” All were seated at desks scribbling away, occasionally squirming uncomfortably while Catherine supervised, tapping a switch in her hand.

“Quite so, husband. But I had to correct them earlier.”

“Why didn’t you send for a whipping girl?” said Sir Hugh with a wry chuckle.

She abruptly spun around to face him. “We’ll do no such thing and you know it. Our daughters always bear the consequences of folly on their own. So no whipping girl.” She leaned in and whispered, “After all, you already have one.” She smiled mischievously. “And, she needs your attention.”

She did indeed. He took her by the hand and they ascended to her bedchamber. Sir Hugh watched as his wife divested herself of her clothing. When she was stark naked, she gave a little pirouette and said, with a coquettish smile, “Now you, sir knight.”

Good God, she was gorgeous. Hugh needed no prompting. He made it to his underclothing then sat on the bed, drawing Lady Catherine between his legs. “Now what is this about the whipping girl?” he said. “Something about her needing my attention?”

“Oh sir, please don’t spank me. I’ve been ever so good.” But she giggled as she said it.

“Over my knee, girl. It’s time you had your bottom well warmed,” said Sir Hugh, grabbing her by the waist and depositing her face down across his left knee. She gasped and protested the rude treatment as Hugh arranged her, bottoms up.

“Oh! Let me go,” she said, wriggling and squirming.

Hugh doubted that she really wanted that. He ran his hand across the resilient hemispheres, testing their pliability. The wobbly cheeks rippled as he patted them possessively. Then he raised his arm and brought his hand down with a loud smack!

“Ow! You awful brute!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back.

Hugh was undeterred. He let loose with a flurry of sharp smacks that echoed off the chamber walls. Alternating between cheeks of her bottom, and occasionally spanning the sinuous divide, he rained down smack after smack on the lady’s fast-reddening bottom.

“Oooh! Ow! Oh!” she yelped as the brisk spanks continued to fall. She kicked her legs, drumming her toes on the hard floor.

The spanking was, as spankings go, rather thorough. Hugh paddled his wife’s shapely bottom for several minutes before slowing down to pat and rub sensuously. Toward the end it seemed as though she lifted her bottom in time to meet his descending palm, then ground her pelvis against his knee. She writhed across his knee, cat-like as his fingers found her sex, wet with feminine dew, and moaned as he inserted his fingers.

“Oh, Hugh, oh. Please,” she said, humping up and down as his fingers slid in and out, “take me.”

Hugh needed no further urging. He stood her up and together they tumbled into the bed. Hugh liberated his stiff prick and plunged into her. She moaned with pleasure as he began to stroke in and out, beads of sweat appearing on the brows of both of them as they raced for culmination of their passion.

When she had quite worn him out, and passions spent, they lay side by side, gazing into each other’s eyes.

As always, Hugh was struck by her beauty. Even now, after all this time. The hair was whiter, the figure a bit more stout, but still voluptuous and beautiful. But it was mainly those eyes, those deep blue eyes.

A man could get lost in those eyes.

Do you remember reading that final line in part 1?

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 16

Our topic this week was spanking and recreational drugs.

Sir Wendel: The only indulgence aside from spanking is an occasional glass of wine with dinner and a glass of champagne at New Years. We like to be aware of when and why we get spanked.

Roz: No, never engaged in spanking while under the influence of any drug, other than alcohol.

QBuzz: Does alcohol count? We're both more likely to get our arses slapped when we've had a few, even in public!

Bonnie: Randy and I enjoyed the occasional toke way back when. We quit before our daughter arrived in the early eighties. However, pot is now legal in our state and we have experimented a bit recently. It's still fun, but in terms of spanking, I can't recommend pot. We mostly sit around and laugh.

Domhnall: My Disciplinarian does such a thorough job that I am completely "stoned" when she is finished. I can barely function at that point and cannot imagine adding anything else to deal with.

Rosco: I drink alcohol and smoke or eat marijuana on occasion. It’s rare that I do either before sex or spanking.

Sometimes I’ll do a little marijuana before I drift off to sleep. It helps me relax, especially when there’s extra stress at work. I usually go to bed before Irene.

Sometimes also, we try to pencil in time for a “date” (our description for about 2 hours of female dominance, spanking, pedicures etc culminating in cunnilingus then intercourse), but it has to be delayed a day or two. When this happens, I’m often given a bedtime spanking.

So on several memorable occasions I’ll be drifting off to sleep in a lazy fog of marijuana, and Irene will wake me, lecture me, then thrash me with a riding crop. It’s really wonderful. Then I get the best most relaxing sleep ever and awake fully aroused and ready to serve and please.

Ronnie: Nothing other than a little tipple of alcohol.

Hermione: Way back in another lifetime I smoked marijuana—or at least I tried to. I wasn't a smoker then or now, and I found it impossible to inhale noxious gases then hold them in my lungs for any period of time. I attended several social gatherings where cannabis was part of the evening, but never experienced any effects except boredom, sitting alone and watching other people get high. Once I left that crowd, I never desired to try it again. Someday Ron and I might see if edible cannabis has an effect on us. In the meantime, a glass of whiskey for Ron and wine for me gets us in the mood for fun.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #257

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for us to gather at brunch to discuss spanking. Last week Ron and I drove to our nearest liquor store to stock up for the holidays. In the adjacent plaza was a row of newly constructed shops, and I noticed that a previously vacant one was now open for business. Then I saw the logo over the shop door. It was a cannabis leaf similar to the one pictured above.

Cannabis is now legal in Canada, and it looked like one-stop shopping for those so inclined to indulge: next to a liquor store and across the street from a beer store. How convenient! No, we didn't go in. We are quite content with our liquid beverages for now, but it might be interesting to experiment with baked goods in the future. And that brings me to today's topic.

Have you ever engaged in spanking while under the influence of a recreational drug? If so, was there any significant advantage or disadvantage?

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

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Anon: This is not the only place that I have a itch, but the stick is not for that.

KDPierre: Hilda soon discovered that sitting on a rotting and bug-infested stump to scratch an itch only made her condition.....as well as its location, much worse.

Rosco: “Hilda, If you get any splinters, I’m happy to get my tweezers - will spend all afternoon making your ample bottom perfect again if needed.”

Bernie: Switch? What's a switch?
Oh! So you want me to use it on you?
Well, my lap is plenty ample, so come over here and we'll get started!

Sir Wendel: What do you know . . . . switches have more than one use.

QBuzz: Hey Mr Frog, I hope you like spanking, cus once I've kissed you and you've turned into a prince, I'm going to whip your cute ass till you make me your Queen!

Hermione: The only thing Hilda likes more than a good spanking is a good back scratch.

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Our friend Hilda is back, and I think someone is in for a good switching. What do you think?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I'll count the stripes on Saturday.

From the Top Shelf - The Legend of Sophia the Fair, part 2

Some time ago we began Rollin Hand's "Legend of Sophia the Fair", from The Romance of Spanking Vol. 2. It's a fairy tale of sorts, with a real twist (but you won't find out what the twist is this week!) If you'd like to refresh your memory by rereading part 1, it's here.

“Then war broke out,” said the scholar.

“Yes, war broke out. Henry took ill and did not go. Edward went. Sophia asked Henry if I could remain on as captain of the home guard and he agreed. Sophia took over the duties of governing. This is how the people know her. She managed the kingdom, seeing to the harvests, maintaining bridges, settling quarrels, deciding disputes of law, hearing criminal matters. It was heady responsibility for a young girl, but she managed it well. But it lay heavy on her.”

The scholar nodded. “Rumor has it, if I may be so bold, that you were more than just a Captain of her guard.”

Sir Hugh frowned and leaned forward. “I’ll tell you this just so you know the measure of the woman, but if it goes into that history of yours I’ll find you and cut your heart out.”

The scholar gulped but swore. Not one word.

“She never married. Henry died. Edward was at the war. She had a kingdom to manage. But she was a woman with needs. You understand? I was her confessor. The weight of responsibility wore on her. She decided cases that might mean poverty for the loser. She had criminals flogged and put into chains at hard labor. Better than hanging which was Henry’s way, but still. So she came to me as a penitent to her confessor. What I had done in the grove was repeated in her chambers. Sometimes she wanted the rod. Or a strapping with my belt. Sometimes in a light moment she wanted a hearty spanking, to be put across my knee like a child and have me paddle her buttocks to a cherry red.”

Hugh shook his head from side to side.

“I remember this one time she had come to the end of a long day after hearing a long queue of cases. She had been rather short with several of the supplicants, one an elderly woman. She ruled in the woman’s favor but she was rude to her in the process. I think she was just tired. But she told me ‘there was no call for that. I acted like a petulant child. She deserved more respect. I should have my bottom smacked.’ She told me to sit, then she doffed her dress. Clad in her chemise she lay across my lap, slid her pantaloons down and told me to spank her soundly. I did. I spanked her until her bottom was red and she was drumming her toes on the floor.”

“Why did she want this? It tempered her, she said. Took her down a peg. It was a release from the burden of responsibility, of having to be always in control and make all the decisions. When she saw me, she could surrender command, have someone else be in control and hold her accountable. Not that she made bad decisions. She usually didn’t. But she wasn’t perfect and sometimes got it wrong.

Then she felt empathy for the losers.”

“In such an intimate setting eventually, yes, we became lovers. I was, in a sense, her confessor and consort. Sometimes we were intimate after a spanking.”

Hugh took a long draft. The scholar fingered his chin slowly and said, “I have heard of women like that. Ones who relish a good bottom smacking.”

Hugh said, “I think that was part of it. Making love to Lady Sophia was an exquisite experience. Her passion, the way her body responsed to my touch, well….I was in heaven in those days.”

The scholar raised his eyebrows. “Indeed, you are a fortunate man. But, let us continue. What about the incident with Avignon?”

“Well, that was her triumph. It is why they sing songs about her. It is why Avignon has never to this day attempted to attack The Glen.”

“Tell me,” said the scholar. “I know so little. Only rumors.”

“Richard of Avignon wanted both The Glen and Princess Sophia. He lusted after her, the dog. So he manufactured a dispute. It involved hunting rights on the borderlands. For over 100 years the forest folk have hunted in the land between the two rivers that separate The Glen of Mountvail from Avignon. There was even a decree from Henry to that effect and Sophia had ratified it. Suddenly, Richard decided that the land was his. He arrested over fifty tinkers, huntsmen, foresters and their families for poaching. He said he had proof that the land belonged to Avignon. Sophia was beside herself. He had seized citizens of the Glen and was threatening to punish them all, men women and children. Edward was away and there was only a small home guard, no match for Richard’s forces. Richard intimated that if he were to marry Sofia and join the kingdoms, the dispute would be moot, but of course Sofia loathed him.

“We knew that this was just Richard’s opening gambit, that he had designs on The Glen. So Sophia concocted a plan. She would lure Richard in. She knew of Richard’s lust for her and of his arrogance. So she made him a proposal. If he would bring the fifty hostages to the Glen’s capital at Midvail, she would offer herself, as their sovereign, and take their punishment for poaching. The punishment for poaching was a flogging of 40 lashes. She would agree to strip naked in the town square and allow herself to be bound and flogged by Richard’s executioner if he would let the hostages go after that. Richard readily agreed.”

The scholar frowned. “That sounds like a display of weakness, of appeasement.”

Sir Hugh chuckled. “Not if you understand her cunning. You see The Glen cannot be invaded. It is too mountainous. The only way in is over mountain passes and through narrow canyons. A very small force can destroy an invading army. So the only way an invading army can get in is if you let it in.”

The scholar was puzzled. “But inviting him in? It was giving him a free passage to the heart of the kingdom with an armed force.”

“Yes. Sophia counted on Richard’s underestimation of her and of his lust. Richard thought that all of The Glen would be locked in with him and a force with which could take our capital. In truth,” said Sir Hugh with a cunning smile, “he’d be locked in with us.”

Sir Hugh paused. “He did not count on the people of The Glen or its geography, subjects that Sophia knew well. He believed that all that stood in his way was a home guard of fifty soldiers. He had no idea what effect his arrogance would have on an enraged citizenry seeing their beloved princess whipped like a common trollop. You see, Richard thought by dragging their princess into the square, stripping and flogging her, the people would be humiliated and intimidated, and they’d simply give up.”

“So what happened?”

“Richard brought an entourage of 200 soldiers. The hostages were marched in shackles behind them.

A scaffold had been built in the square of Mountvail. Richard and his lieutenants watched from a balcony. His guard collected Sophia who strode bravely, head held high like a queen, to the scaffold. I recall she wore a shift of white. She pulled it over her head and all gasped at her beauty. They bound her to the post and the executioner took up a rod. Since she was a woman, it was to be the lower discipline, laid on across the fleshy parts of her backside.

“The crowd was utterly still. The whipmaster raised his rod and with a whoosh…thwack! the first stroke fell. Sophia arched her back and gasped. Lines of red appeared on her bottom. He whipped her perfect bottom again and again, the rod striking the crowns and underside of her buttocks mainly. I could see her flesh quiver with each stroke and I knew it was hurting her terribly. It seemed to go on and on in this terrible cadence of the rod whistling then landing with a sharp thwack! Then her body would jerk as her buttocks rippled from the force of the blow. It was rhythmic almost, though the executioner would pause every ten strokes or so to take up a fresh rod. This was more severe than anything I’d ever done to her, even when she’d asked. She writhed at the post, absorbing blow after blow, her backside becoming striped, then nearly purple. The people could plainly see her pain. At each stroke her body stiffened and she shut her eyes in a painful grimace. She fought not to cry out, not even to whimper, but it was obvious that she was suffering.

“Now while Richard was totally absorbed watching the lurid spectacle of the beautiful Sophia’s whipping, we were on the move. Archers were moved into position in houses on the square. Farmers and craftsmen who had been given weapons training were moved in behind the soldiers. My squad moved up the stairs in behind Richard. I crept toward the scaffold clad in the garb of a huntsman. He wasn’t paying attention, he was too absorbed by the spectacle.

“In the meantime the crowd was becoming ugly. They were watching their princess humiliated by a foreign despot. They began to pick up rocks and sticks.

“Finally the count reached forty. Sophia slumped for a moment. There was dead silence. Then she shouted out, ‘it is done. Release my people.’ But Richard just laughed. ‘You are in no position to make demands, princess. Whipmaster, give her another dozen for her insolence.’

Hugh shook his head. “He never did that because as he reared back he got an arrow through the chest.

Then the fight was on. Everyone turned on Richard’s soldiers. With drawn swords we engaged Richard and his men.

The home guard led the fight and the people followed, hurling rocks, sticks, anything they could get their hands on. There were too many of us all for Richard’s men. They were overwhelmed by sheer numbers. But they fought their way free of the square to the stables. They got their horses and rode out, going out the way they came in.”

“I ran up and cut Sophia down. Although she was in pain and shivering, she demanded that we follow Richard and that she lead.”

“After that awful punishment?”

Hugh nodded. “She knew the people would follow her, and that it was the best chance for The Glen to defeat Richard once and for all. You see,” said Sir Hugh, opening his hands, “although they were trained men-at-arms, the folk of the Glen were mountaineers, hunters, and foresters who knew all the short cuts, the hidden places, the spots for ambush. Richard’s force had to move single file across rugged passes and through narrow defiles. They could be picked off one or two at a time. That’s what I meant by ‘them being locked in with us.’ It was Sophia’s plan.”

“For three days we pursued Richard, hitting him when he was most vulnerable, then vanishing back into the forest. His force steadily diminished until finally near the Volt river we engaged them face to face. I found Richard fought him. I personally ran him through. It was most satisfying.”

Hugh paused a moment with a far away look, remembering. Then he addressed Montcrief.

“After that it was done. Avignon had no stomach to continue with Richard dead. I don’t think their people ever wanted the fight in the first place. It was all Richard, his lust and his ambition.”

“What about Sophia?”

“We tended her and got her back to her keep as quickly as we could.”

The scholar let out a deep breath.

“That is quite a story. But Sophia, she died shortly thereafter, did she not? That’s what I heard.”

“She did. Edward had returned and had assumed the throne. Sophia stepped down for her older brother. But then she caught a fever, a disease of some unknown type. It may have been because she had been weakened after the awful birching and the pursuit in the mountains. She rode, even in that condition---and fought. Did I mention she was an accomplished archer? All I know is it went quickly.

Edward and I were with her at the end. We were afraid it might be plague so the casket was closed.”

“She did not lie in state so the people could see her?”

Hugh shifted uncomfortably. “No, we thought a closed casket best.”

The scholar shook his head. “So unfortunate. You could have married her.”

Sir Hugh shook his head. “Impossible. I am just a commoner. It could not have happened.”

“So you were given an estate after that.”

“Edward was most magnanimous. Yes, I retired here to this quiet estate deep in the Glen and took a wife.”

The scholar took his leave.

What a brave woman! She met with a sad end...or did she? Next week we follow the scholar in his search for the truth.

Recap: Spanko Brunch for December 9

We discussed spanking in the kitchen, and here's what you had to say:

Dan: Hi Hermione. I don't know if this qualifies as "spanky fun," but an incident in the kitchen is tied to one of my most compelling memories around spanking. We are more or less in the closet about our spanking (DD variety) relationship, and also about the Female Led dynamic we've been experimenting with. Last year, we hosted a Christmas brunch for her family. We were in the middle of transferring food from the kitchen to the dining room, and she asked me to do something for her. I had had a couple of Mimosas and responded with some quip about why she couldn't do it herself. She turned to me and said, "Well, you can do it or I can just spank you." While no one reacted, there were others standing in the kitchen with me or walking from the kitchen to the dining room, and I'm pretty sure more than one of them heard it. While I think anyone who overheard it thought she was joking, it still made a really powerful impression on me, as it was the first time she had ever been open about spanking and about our power exchange dynamic. A year later, I can still see myself in the kitchen and hear those words coming out of her mouth.

The Glenmore: When your wife is in her bathrobe and both hands in the sink...well what is a guy to do?

QBuzz: The kitchen is indeed a very spanky place. I think everytime we're both in there at least one of us gets their bottom smacked! I think it's the easy access thanks to dressing gowns etc and all the bending over to look in the oven etc

Roz: We enjoy cooking together and it has occasionally led to a few quick swats with whatever's handy. Usually for giving him cheek or trying to be bossy lol.

Sir Wendel: I’ve always associated the kitchen with spanking since that’s where my mom would spank me. Sometimes on the weekends the Misses will make breakfast wearing just the apron and one thing leads to another and one or both of us are eating standing up.

CrimsonKing: Our very first spankings were in the kitchen. My wife was busy cooking when I came out of the shower and approached her, naked, for some affection.
"Now?!" she exclaimed. We'd been talking about spanking previously but hadn't actually done it. "You want to be spanked? You're gonna get spanked!"
She turned me around over the counter and gave me four sharp swats with a wooden spatula. It hurt! (But of course, it was very exciting!)
Now I've been spanked all around the house (and more than four swats!) but yes, the kitchen remains very special.

Jack: Spankings will take place then and there, my wife feels it is best to address the problem quickly. Spankings in the kitchen are the worse of all. If you have not been spanked with a large wooden spoon, consider yourself lucky. A couple of times there have been another person present, and my wife could care less. I get a scolding, stand before her while she pulls my pants and underpants down. Over her lap and as she as said you put on a good show for the guest. It is facing the wall, while the person and my wife visit. The question asked is do you spank him often, my wife states yes and then adds it does help to improve him.

Bernie: "Do you need the wooden spoon"? Is any other comment necessary?

Ronnie: P gives the occasional swat to remind me to get a move on when I'm helping him with food prep and if P clears the dinner mats I usually get a swat with them.

Annabelle: I have only spanked Hank once in the kitchen. He came in after work and after having a few cocktails.
I was angry and grabbed a cutting board that our son had made at boy scout camp that summer.
Hank was in sweats and I pulled them down and gave him a good reward for coming home drunk.
Our son who was at the time 13 walked in while his dad was whimpering bent over the table.

Abby Williams: Hi Hermione! We don't get up to much serious play in the kitchen - the dogs will not have it! That being said, when I'm making dinner and the pups are playing outside, I love when Mr. W is following me around unable to keep his hands off my backside in some mix of playful touching and sneaky smacks. We also have a wooden spatula that was retired to the bedroom when I got a new one for the kitchen, so it's not like he hasn't manage to get in a good swat or two over the years - we liked that one well enough to at least keep it out of nostalgia.

NoraJean: The kitchen lends itself to so many bending over opportunities, I'd have to say there has been a least one or two swats or more in the kitchen :>))

Rosco: Irene will occasionally give me a few swats in the kitchen, but our windows face the neighbors so it never gets very far.

Once we were cooking at a large communal kitchen with several friends and strangers and Irene decided to start whacking me with a pair of wooden implements. I think she was just having fun cooking and got carried away. Usually she’s very private about spanking me (though it’s gone on long enough that some of our friends know.)
 
Hermione: The kitchen is such an inviting place for a spanking. The chairs are not suitable for OTK -- they are high bar stools -- but the built-in table is just the right height to bend across. There are plenty of implements to choose from, including a heart-shaped spoon, a wooden pizza cutter, and a baguette board, all hanging on the wall within easy reach.

That was fun! Now I must head down to the kitchen to make breakfast. I just might leave a spatula or spoon on the counter as a hint!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #256

The Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza is over for another year, and I really enjoyed myself. This was the first year I joined in but it won't be the last. So many recipes, so little time! I wonder what the inspiration for some of them was. Let's discuss!

Do you ever have spanky fun in the kitchen? If so, is it during the preparation of a meal or a batch of something tasty? Or does it occur because the kitchen is a handy, well-equipped place to spank? 

Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a roundup of your escapades once everyone has had a chance to respond.

Friday Fun

I'm not one to speak up directly or argue with someone. I prefer to take a passive-aggressive approach to get my point across, so I can sympathize with the people who wrote these signs.

Happy Friday!

The Great Cookie Extravaganza

If you or someone in your family enjoys baking, then get a head start on making holiday goodies with this recipe. It freezes well so you can pop it into the freezer and then have it on hand for guests. I made these squares last week and the ones I didn't freeze disappeared quickly!

Photo and recipe from ATCO Blue Flame Kitchen

Butterscotch Cranberry Squares

    1 cup fresh or frozen (thawed) cranberries
    2 tablespoons sugar
    2 cups all-purpose flour
    1/2 teaspoon baking soda
    2 cups old-fashioned oatmeal
    1/2 cup sugar
    1/2 cup brown sugar
    dash of salt
    1 cup melted butter
    I cup chopped dates
    3/4 cup chopped pecans, walnuts or other nuts
    1 (12 ounce) jar butterscotch sauce
    1/3 cup flour

Toss cranberries with 2 tbsp sugar and set aside.
Combine 2 cups flour and the next 5 ingredients (down to salt).
Stir in butter until crumbly.
Reserve one cup of this mixture.
Press remaining mixture into lightly greased 13x9" pan.
Bake at 350ºF for 15 minutes.

Combine cranberries, dates and nuts and sprinkle over crust.
Stir together butterscotch sauce and 1/3 cup flour.
Spoon over cranberry mixture.
Sprinkle with reserved crumb mixture.
Bake 25 more minutes.
Cool on a rack and cut into squares. May be frozen for up to one month.

If cranberries are not available, feel free to substitute blueberries, or use raisins or other dried fruit. The butterscotch sauce may also be omitted if that's too much sugar for you. They will still be yummy.

Let's have a round of applause for Jz who organized today's cookie exchange. These bloggers are also sharing recipes today, so be sure to visit them all:

Baker

Bogey and Bacall

Cat

DelFonte

Fondles

greengirl

Hermione

Jz

Katie

Kelly

Lindy

messymimi

Mrs. Fever

Olivia

ronnie

Ryan

Sassy

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 2

What is your most memorable spanking?

QBuzz: We have a leather paddle that is lovely but is too severe for my partner and was (up to recently) reserved for 'punishment roleplay' spankings for me rather than 'romantic roleplay'.
But the last time my girlfriend used it my bottom just seemed to be able to take it and she spanked me much longer and harder across her lap with it than ever before. It was bliss - it really is an exquisitely crafted implement and she was able to use it to wallop me to submissive oblivion :D

Dan: Shortly after we got into disciplinary spankings, she called me at work one day and ordered me to come home at lunch, stating that I was going to get spanked as soon as I arrived. She was very clear that I was to arrive no later than 12:30 and was to go directly upstairs, get undressed and "assume the position." Somehow, that drive home seemed to take forever, and yet ended too quickly. I did as she had instructed. She came upstairs, delivered a very thorough strapping, then sent me back to work, where I sat all afternoon on a very sore bottom.

It's been well over ten years since that lunch break. For some reason, that one always sticks out in my mind.

Sir Wendel: Several years back we went to Las Vegas and stayed in the Luxor Pyramid. The misses caught me admiring a group of scantily dressed ladies walking through the lobby. She whispered in my ear that I would be paddled as soon as we got to the room. Once in the room she turned off all the lights and put the desk chair in front on the window. The misses told me that she was going to spank me until my bottom glowed in the dark for the whole city to see. I was ordered to remove all my clothes and the bend over her lap. She spanked my bottom with the paddle for about 5 minutes. It was painful to put my pants back on and I could not sit for a couple of hours. I have always wondered if anyone could see from outside.

Roz: I have a couple of memorable spankings, my most serious punishment spanking after I had failed to check in with Rick while away and let him know I had arrived safely etc. He was beside himself with worry.

The other was when we had purchase a necklace featuring entertained hearts as what we called a vanilla collar. It was a symbol of our dynamic and intended to remind us of our roles. We had a sort of collaring ceremony which included a spanking.

What made both these spankings memorable was the emotions involved in each.

sub hub: I don't remember what the infraction was ... I clearly remember the punishment spanking I received for it.

What made it memorable was simple ... I was instructed to place the wrist cuffs harness over the door, using the little gadget that is for that purpose. Then, I was required to go into the closet, remove all of my clothes, attach place wrist and ankle restraints and then kneel on the bedroom floor waiting for Mistress K. to arrive.

She burst into the room with purpose, fully dressed, and immediately retrieved her paddle. She instructed me to stand and led me to the harness hanging on the door and attached the wrist restraints. I was required to press my body against the door (like I was going to "try to fuck the door"). Mistress K. started with what turned out to be a long, sustained paddling of my naked bottom that literally transformed me mentally and physically the deepest state of subspace I had experienced.

Katie: Hi Hermione, :) There have been lots, but I have to say that the most memorable one was the first time Rob gave me a discipline spanking. I couldn't believe that he actually, spontaneously did that. I didn't see it coming. Wasn't sure how onboard he was going to be, though we had talked plenty at the time. We were just going with the flow.

I interrupted him talking, and poked him to get his attention. Later, when we were upstairs in our room, he sat down on the loveseat, and pulled my pants down, and gave me six spanks with his hand, while he told me how much he disliked that kind of thing. Not only was I surprised, but I also felt bad. I try not to go there any more. Definitely wins the most memorable award around here!

NoraJean: A short, sharp in the moment spanking, in response to something I said ... it was followed by an instant feeling of contrition ... all of which took me by surprise

Barrel: The most recent punishment session six months ago is still incredibly vivid. While her use of all of our toys and extended duration (45 minutes) are memorable, what I recall the most was the mental transformation I went through culminating in draping myself across our spanking bench. She worked on my mental preparation for almost a week. Hints, reminders and related tasks, like readying the restraints the day before, contributed to the build up. I knew the session would be long and intense, yet I was so ready to submit, it was almost easy. She punished me up to her comfort point, yet I craved more. Very special.

Minelle: I remember a spanking where I blamed it on menopausal bravery pills! It was memorable because it brought out a calmness in us both! His hand and my bottom were sore! :)

Bernie: We were in Chicago 3 or 4 years ago, staying at the Four Seasons. I was looking out the window at Michigan Avenue when I was told to strip and bend over with my hands on the window sill. The paddling was enough to make me look backwards, which, of course, added quite a few more strokes (I kept my attention on the view).

We had a nice breakfast in the room, then another session looking at the city, and "dessert."

I was sore enough to remember the morning's events all the way back to LA.

Ronnie: A memorable and totally unexpected event It was my birthday. I got two bunches of roses. One for the vase and P spanked with the other one (no thorns).

Hermione: I've had several very memorable ones, but the one that I described here comes to mind.

What good memories you all have! Thank you for sharing.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #255

Welcome to the first brunch of the last month of the year. Today's topic was suggested by an anonymous reader, and I think it will bring back some fond (or not so fond) memories.

Has there been a spanking that was really memorable for you? Not necessarily the hardest or longest, but one that stands out in your mind. What made it so memorable?

Leave your response as a comment and I will publish a summary of our discussion next week.

You Completed the Caption

Here's the postcard with the original speech bubble. Now let's see what your imaginations conjured up:

Bob: Why, of course, dear, that bottom would look better with some stripes. May I?

KDPierre: "Sorry Fred, gotta go. A very important client just arrived and I need to look over her assets."

Katie: "Tom, I have to go. I think that she will bend over... I mean... bend on the proposal."

The Glenmore: Hold my calls Miss Jones something just came down...I mean up!

Minelle: ‘Pretty soon her bottom will be as red as my face!’

QBuzz: 'Better hold my calls for the next hour... I'm about to give my secretary her "performance evaluation"!'

Baxter: Yes, Jenkins, I believe the orgasm, er ah, the organization would be better off looking at the material in panties and how they cover the asses, er ah, the assets.

Ella: "Before we can tackle the quarterly report, there is something I must get to the bottom of. The competition is stiff."

Sir Wendel: Yes Mr. Farnsworth. I am about to dive right into your daughter’s overdrawn account and correct the problem immediately.

Wonderful! You could all be naughty postcard creators. Do stay on for brunch. I'm serving it in just a short while.

Complete the Caption

I came across some naughty postcards that were popular in Britain in the fifties. To inspire your creativity I blanked out the original speech bubble in this one, but I will share it with you after you have had a chance to think of your own.

Leave your caption as a comment below, and I will publish all submissions in a day or two.