From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 4

Today we conclude Rollin Hand's short story, "the Prom", from The Schoolgirl Collection. Lisa, Lynne and Terri have each received a hairbrush spanking from Aunt Martha and are now about to be caned by her. But it will be worth it so that they can all go to the prom. Remember that Reggie is filming all this; we will be hearing from him from time to  time throughout the story.

Three girls were lined up against the wall, all holding their skirts up. Three sets of bright red bare bottoms were on display. The girls were sniffling, trying to stem the tears that threatened to come.

“Now girls,” said Aunt Martha. “We have to stay there in that position for a little while. I’ve found that it always helps if a girl can have some quiet time and reflect on the reason why her bottom is burning hot, so no rubbing just yet.”

The girls’ mothers began to ask Aunt Martha some questions about the disciplinary spanking they had just witnessed.

“It didn’t look like you had to use much strength to deliver a pretty good spanking, Mrs. Grenly,” said Mary.

“No dear, not really. A short stroke from shoulder height and a little snap of the wrist is all it takes. As you can see, about thirty good stingers like that and the young lady is regretting her earlier naughtiness.” The moms all nodded.

The mothers chatted for a time with Martha Grenly about the efficacy of spanking as a means of correction. “In my opinion,” said Aunt Martha, “young women today could use a trip across mother’s knee from time to time. It is not only a powerful corrective tool but it provides much needed cathartic release. Girls can be so wound up emotionally. Sometimes a good spanking just lets all that emotion come out. A brisk spanking, a good cry and they feel better.” Martha spoke withassurance.

Martha glanced at the girls. “Well, girls, you can lower your skirts—oh and you may rub now.” The three put their hands behind them and amid gasps of “ooh” and “ahhh”, rubbed a bit before pulling panties back up and lowering skirts. “Now girls, I know you feel quite sore, but there is another item of business. Believe it or not the spanking I just gave you was light. And I did that on purpose. The cane actually hurts worse on a posterior that has not been, shall we say, properly warmed.”

Martha stood up and smoothed her skirt. She went in to the study and returned with a thin yellow wand about thirty inches long. “Girls, this is a junior school cane. As you can see,” She bent it in a near circle, “it is very flexible. You have each agreed to accept six strokes with this instrument.”

The girls watched in anxious dread as she released the tip. It quivered back and forth indicating that this was one whippy little stick. “I will take you one at a time into the study. There is a chair in the center of the room. When I tell you, you will raise your skirts, lower your panties to mid thigh, and bend over the back of the chair. You will grasp the front of the chair seat and don’t let you. I will apply six strokes. You will keep wriggling to a minimum and remain still. If you get out of position, the stroke will have to be repeated. Do you understand?” All during this speech Aunt Martha had stood in front of the three girls flexing the cane between her hands. The girls could not keep their eyes off of it.

“So, one at a time, each you will enter the study, accompanied by your mother. Are we ready?” There were murmurs of assent. “Miss Terril, you are first I believe?” Lisa nodded meekly and went into the study.

* * *

Boy oh boy! Lisa was going to go first again. I turned my attention to the study cameras. The only ones in there were Lisa, Lisa’s mom and Aunt Martha.

Lisa stepped over to the chair back. Aunt Martha told her to lift her skirt and bend right across it. All the time she is whooshing the cane through the air, limbering up, I suppose. Lisa got her dress up and then bent over the back of the chair. Aunt Martha told her to slip her panties down. I got to see that perfect little ass again, this time though it was blushing pink.

On the face shot Lisa was gritting her teeth. Martha tapped Lisa’s bottom then took her arm back and whipped that cane down right on the fat part of her bottom. Lisa let out a yelp. Martha told her to keep still. Then she let fly with another one. Lisa’s knees sagged and a red stripe appeared. Aunt Martha let her have four more just like that. She was yeowching and shifting from foot to foot, and her bottom gave a little jiggle each time the cane hit. Whew! What a show!

* * *

Lynne could hear the dry thwack of the cane and Lisa’s anguished yelps coming from inside the study. She was next. She looked over at her mother and mom shook her head sympathetically, but folded her arms, and whispered to her that she was going to go through with it—no begging off.

Lisa emerged from the study, wiping tears out of her eyes.

"Miss Crane, I believe you are next." Aunt Martha was standing there flexing that cane.

With a cold knot in her stomach, Lynne meekly entered the study. She was told to stand at the chair. "Raise your skirts, please, Miss Crane."

Lynne grimaced, but complied. "Now slip your panties down and bend over the back of the chair. That's it," she said as Lynne slipped her panties down, baring her bottom once again.

"Grip the chair seat and do not let go." Lynne felt the cold wood tapping her bottom. She clenched up. "It's better, child if you relax and don't clench."

"Yes, ma'am," Lynne muttered and tried to relax. She heard a whine and next felt a hot line of fire explode across her buttocks. "Ahh...ah..." she squeaked and stood halfway up. Good grief, that had hurt! Jane had said it wasn't too bad.

"Back down, Miss Crane. Do that again and the stroke won't count."

Lynne bent back over, trembling. She heard that thin whine again then crack! Another searing stripe fell. Oh, this was awful. Worse than she’d ever imagined. She was going to break down and bawl.

Swish....thwack! A third stroke scored her buttocks. "Owww...oh....oh!" yelped Lynne. How does anybody stand this?

The fourth stroke made her yelp in pain —the worst yet. Her eyes started to tear up. She was going to cry.

Stroke number five was even worse. It hit right in the fold above her thighs. She screeched, “Yoww—oh, yow. Please!” She half rose, fluttering her hands, her face a mask of anguish. “In position, Miss Crane. Buck up,” said Aunt Martha.

Lynne shifted from foot to foot, barely hanging on. "One more Miss Crane," announced Aunt Martha.

Swishh.....thwack! It was a sizzler. Lynne threw her head back, let out a wail and cried like a baby.

* * *

Did you see that? My God, that wasn't half a flogging Martha laid on Lynne Crane's sexy butt. Those luscious cheeks just quivered and flexed with every stroke and that little dance of hers between strokes just made it even sexier. She's got six distinct lines across that pert ass of hers now and I'll bet she feels every one of them for a few days.

Now she's leaving and here comes Terri Boswell.

* * *

Standing over against the wall once more, Lynne tried to stop sobbing. The lines painted across her bottom by that wicked cane still stung like crazy.

Whose idea had this been? Well it had sort been a seed planted by Jane. No matter, it was over now and she was going to the prom---with Nick. She winced as she heard the dry sharp cracks of the cane. Terri was getting it and from the muffled wails, it was as bad as her caning.

* * *

Whew! That last one was a real topper. There is nothing like a tall lanky girl who has to bend way over, and one with such a peach of a bottom. I'll have to say though she took her six without flinching, but I could tell it hurt like billyho. Her legs were trembling and from the front you could see the face scrunched up and the big tears rolling. She ended up with six livid stripes across her bum, just like the rest. Our Aunt Martha knows her business. I would not want to be on the receiving end of that, let me tell you.

Well, we're done. Time to roll this up and get out of Dodge as you Yanks say. They are standing against the wall, skirts up again. One more shot of three pairs of gorgeous bottoms lined up, zoom in and get those red lines across those cheeks before they fade and...fade to black. That's a wrap.

* * *

What a dreamy night. Nick looked great in the tuxedo and Lynne was floating. And they had plans for later. Oooh la la! An announcer stopped the band for a moment to say that they had a special treat----a multimedia presentation of the highlights of the high school careers of the class of 2011.

The lights dimmed and the presentation started. It was all spliced together: sports highlights, shots of campus life, drama, chorus, all of it.

Lynne had just turned to Lisa to say something when she saw a look of absolute horror appear on her friend's face. Lynne looked up to see what? A spanking in progress---it shifted very fast but yes... it was her and then Lisa and Terri. It had been spliced together in a rapidly shifting collage, but there was no doubt as to their identities.

That awful day. Then it cut to the caning. There she was getting her butt striped. She put her hand over her mouth. Who? How? This was the ultimate in humiliation. She wanted the ground to swallow her up. Her classmates were all looking at her and Lisa and Terri.

People watched, too mesmerized to move. Finally everyone broke out yammering and looking around. Some started to laugh. The laughter grew. Lynne looked at Nick. At first he'd appeared stunned. Then he started to chuckle too. "What is this Lynne? You got your botty smacked? Wow, girl, you've got one cute...."

Lynne didn't wait to hear the rest. She hauled off and slapped Nick as hard as she could. How dare he laugh at her abject humiliation. She ran out leaving Nick rubbing his jaw ruefully.

Meanwhile the scene had disappeared and it was back to football and such. Had it really been there? "What happened to your date, Nick?" It was Jane. She sidled up to Nick.

"I guess she got pissed and took off," he said. "Did I really see what I thought I saw?"

"What did you think you saw?" asked Jane with mysterious smile.

"I think I saw Lynne and Lisa and Terri getting spanked. On their bare butts. Then bent over taking licks with a stick. I was about to say how sexy it was---was that some sort of experimental theater or something? A prank video they put together? But she slapped me and just ran out."

"Hmmm. You thought it was sexy, huh?"

"You bet," said Nick. "That spanking stuff--what a turn on."

"Well, me too. I'm English, you know. It's quite popular where I come from." Jane slipped her arm inside Nick's. "I just never got around to telling you."

"It is? You like it?" Nick now seemed very interested.

"Yeah. Maybe I could, like, show you," she said leading Nick off. "Do you have a car? We could go to my place. Mother and father are away for the weekend."

And that is how later that evening Jane found herself face down across her former ex-boyfriend's lap with her dress pulled up and panties pulled down as she instructed him on the finer points of administering an erotic spanking.

* * *

Hullo, Reggie here again. Um, this time I'm afraid I'm in a bit of bother. You see they found out who made the video--not too tough really. But it was a good prank, I thought. And, I'd do anything for my twin sister. The powers that be didn't see it that way, though. I'm in all kinds of trouble, not the least of which is the punishment demanded by the girls and their parents.

Sooo.....in a few short minutes they'll call for me. Waiting down in the study is Aunt Martha and her cane. She's limbering up her arm I'm sure. I'm in the dock for twelve sizzlers and let me tell you, I'm not looking forward to this, not one little bit. Ooops....I think I hear my name being called. See you on the other side.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 28

Wow! I got a great response to this week's question about thongs. But before I do the recap, here's a heads up for our thirteenth Love our Lurkers extravaganza.

Save the date to Love our Lurkers: 

November 16 - 17

Now back to our discussion on thongs. Here's what you said:

Gary: My wife just retired from teaching elementary art, and one day a few years ago, making conversation with a student, referred to the student's flip-flops as "thongs" an outdated term. The student was aghast, so my wife determined not to make that mistake again.

Now, in answer to your question, neither of us wear underwear any more, but we kind of like the stimulating brevity of thong underwear.

Roz: Thongs are definitely out here. I don't like them at all and fortunately neither does Rick. I think he prefers a little more to unwrap :)

Yorkie: Seeing as I am the one that is spanked, I have never worn them and have no intention of ever doing so. I do, however, have one abiding memory of my wife wearing a one piece item with a thong back many years ago (in our home, she would never wear anything like that in public) and, extraordinarily I spanked her while she wore it. Just for fun, and she stipulated I be stern with her and so I was and I spanked her pink then told her to go lay on our bed face down and wait for me and...well we had some fun if you get my meaning.

NoraJean: I have loved thongs from the get go ... no panty lines for one thing plus I find them comfortable. However, since Frank has 'a bit' of a lingerie fetish, my underwear drawer contains just about every kind of panty you could think of ... lol ... and each day he chooses my panties and lays them out for me ... and if there are none laid out, the rule is it's a no panty day ;)

Anon 1: I occasionally wear them but they aren't my favorite or preferred. They ride up way too much to be comfortable. I don't think my spouse has much of an opinion on them.

Sir Wendel: The Misses will wear a thong under her skirt once in a while. I love the look of her bottom when I put her across my lap however spankings are always on the bare bottom so the thong is pulled down the same as a full panty.

QBuzz: Thongs are sexy! I love when my girlfriend wears them and she likes me to wear one for her when I dress up in my g-string waiter outfit

Jack: Try a 20 foot pole!

Princessimp: I don't generally wear thongs, as I don't find them comfortable. My husband actually doesn't care for them either. I could imagine them possibly making a spanking more exciting, since they have sort of a "naughty" feel to them. For a real punishment, though, why would I make things easier for him?! Haha.

Simon: Well they don't suit me but I can take them or leave them when it comes to ladies wearing them. If I'm spanking a lady I so grateful that she is letting me punish her that I don't really care what she is wearing.

Wilma: TMI moment warning. Lol. There are certain days of the month when G-strings are worn to hide other strings during a spanking. It gives me a tiny piece of mind; B could care less. I do wear them by choice depending on what I am wearing. B prefers me in dresses and flowy skirts and thongs don't mix for various reasons! Lol

So to answer the question, for a week a month they help with spankings.

Anon 2: I do not allow them, as a spanker.

I like otk in layers, one at a time, plus I enjoy delivering a super hard panty-warming, so my spankee can't get relief later from cool panties, once we are all done.

Its enjoyable unveiling a bare bottom where as the spanker, you are not sure how red it is.

Thongs take that away.

Downunder Don: Totally off topic, but down here we call them a pair of thongs for your feet and a single thong for your bum.

And no, Mumski doesn't wear either; spanked or not.

Ronnie: I have a couple of pairs but hardly wear them. P quite likes them but prefers the fuller fitting style of knickers when he spanks me.

A.J.: (I assume by your question you mean women wearing things...(?)

For spanking I don't think it matters - they're comin' off regardless!!

My non-spanking girlfriend LOVES them. Only style she wears, and for the same reason Norma Jean gave - no panty line (which...sometimes, I kinda' like). Her other reason, one she will only admit under questing where some alcohol is involved, it that it makes her feel a bit "naughty". And me smile!

Whatev. If it makes her happy...!

Is your next question going to be about "granny-panties"? Because you may get a completely different set of responses!

I intended the question for both men and women, and thank you for the great suggestion for next week!

Fondles: I quite like thongs. I'm sure BIKSS agrees they are quite lovely. The only problem is that if i'm going to be out and about for any period of time, I'd prefer to have something that I could stick a liner on. was that tmi?

For spanking tho, no problem. It's not like they'll stay on too long anyway, i don't think. I shall wear one this evening. I think I have been remiss in my choice of undergarments lately.

Hermione: When I used to teach aerobics I always wore a thong-style leotard over spandex shorts. It was the fashion then and I found it quite comfortable. But when I went out and bought a batch of thong panties, it was quite a different matter. Someone once said it was like wearing dental floss between your cheeks and she's right. Although I enjoyed the sensation of a bare bottom under slacks or jeans, I found them quite uncomfortable. Ron prefers no covering at all for spanking, so we are on the same page there.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #251

Welcome to our weekly spanko brunch. Hallowe'en is just around the corner, and I've stocked up on treats, so help yourself to some candy and let's get started.

Love them or hate them, thong undies are here to stay. Some people wear them every day, others only on occasion, and then there are those who wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole!

What is your opinion of thongs? Does your partner agree or disagree with your feeling about them? Do they enhance the spanking experience for either of you?

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

Friday FAIL

You all know what a stickler I am for good grammar. It's time for another lesson.

"Aphorism is a statement of truth or opinion expressed in a concise and witty manner." Here's an example:

Ron sent me these aphorisms and told me that he'd spank me if I posted them on my blog.

Aphorism is a statement of truth or opinion expressed in a concise and witty manner.

I read that 4,153,237 people got married last year. Not to cause any trouble...but shouldn't that be an even number?

I find it ironic that the colours red, white and blue stand for freedom, until they are flashing behind you.

When wearing a bikini, women reveal 90% of their body. Men are so polite they only look at the covered parts.

Relationships are a lot like algebra. Have you ever looked at your X and wondered Y?

You know that tingly little feeling you get when you fall in love with someone? That's common sense leaving your body.

My therapist says I have a preoccupation with vengeance. We'll see about that!

I think my neighbour is stalking me as she's been Googling my name on her computer. I saw it through my telescope last night.

Money talks...but all mine ever says is good-bye.

You're not fat, you're just easier to see.

If you think nobody cares whether you're alive, try missing a couple of payments.

I always wondered what the job application is like at Hooters. Do they just give you a bra and say, "Here, fill this out?"

The location of your mailbox shows you how far away from your house you can go in a robe, before you start looking like a mental patient.

Money can’t buy happiness, but it keeps the kids in touch!


Now, don’t you feel better knowing what an aphorism is? Oh, Ron, see what I just posted!

From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 3

After a week of waiting, we resume our tale of three girls awaiting punishment for their misdeeds. (You can refresh your memory by rereading parts 1 and 2 here and here.) You may recall that Jane's brother Reggie intended to film the spankings, and we have an interesting narrative from him running through the story.

“Hi. It’s me, Reggie again. Mother told me to leave the house, said I couldn’t be there that day—told me to go to a movie. Well, screw that. I knew this was it, but I had planned for this. So I parked a couple of blocks away, walked back on a parallel street and came in through our neighbor’s yard into our back yard. I’d left a basement window up, so I just crawled in and waited. I could hear them all arrive. We have a guest room down there and that is where I fired up my laptop. One at a time I logged on to all my remote cameras.

“Did I mention I had sound too? Oh yeah, I could hear everything. The girls and their moms all arrived at the same time. It looked like a bunch of ladies coming to tea with their daughters. They were all dressed in proper dresses. You know, heels and hose, hair done just so, like it was a formal occasion, which, you know, I guess in a way it was.

“Let me tell you about these girls, ‘cause these are some hot babes. Lynne is about 5’ 5” with honey blonde streaked hair and a tanned complexion. She is built like model with really full tits, almost no waist at all and great legs. Her ass is sort of perky and juts out. She wears these little flippy miniskirts a lot and when she walks, and that little butt just twitches from side to side.

Her friend Terri is taller and slender with a small chest and long legs. She has a really sexy heart-shaped ass that looks great in tight jeans. Lisa is petite, but she has everything where it counts. It’s just in a smaller package. She looks fabulous in tight jeans too with that tight little chubby rear of hers. I was ready for the show.

“They all showed up, right on time, and went into the parlor. Aunt Martha was introduced to the girls one at a time. She shook hands with them all and they sat down to tea. Aunt Martha never does anything without having tea first. The girls looked pretty nervous. Who wouldn’t? They kept looking at that big flat-backed hairbrush that Aunt Martha had placed in plain sight on the coffee table. I guess they were trying to imagine how that was going to feel in just a few short minutes.”

“Girls, I do hope there are to be no hard feelings,” said Aunt Martha. “You know what you did was to break the law, and that has consequences.” She studied the girls’ anxious faces. “I am relieved that you did not land in more complicated legal trouble. And, I have to remind you as we go forward this afternoon that you have all requested this as an alternative form of punishment, is that not right?”

The girls softly muttered, “Yes, Ma’am.” They fidgeted nervously. They looked at each other. The moment of truth was quickly approaching.

“Good. Just so there is no misunderstanding. Now,” she said, putting her napkin down, “we will proceed. Jane please put the tea service away.”Jane hastened to do her bidding.

“Let’s move this coffee table back, and, Jane dear, can you fetch me a straight-backed chair from the dining room?”

Jane put the tea service in the kitchen and came back to the parlor carrying a sturdy armless chair.

“Just put it right there in the center of the room, dear. That’s a good girl.”

Aunt Martha picked up the flat-backed and rather large wooden hairbrush that had been lying on the coffee table and sat down, smoothing the folds of her skirt.

“Now, girls. Pay attention. You are being punished and I expect you to take your punishment like proper young ladies. There will be no cursing or swearing. You may cry, it’s perfectly all right. I expect you will. There will be no struggling or attempts to evade the punishment. Keep your hands on the floor or grab the chair rung. One at a time you will step over here to my right. You will raise your dress above your hips and allow me to slide your panties down. Then you will come across my knee. When I am finished I will tell you to rise. You will stand over there facing the wall with your skirts raised. Do you understand?"

The girls murmured in the affirmative.

“What was that?” she said sharply. “You answer yes, Ma’am.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” each said, one at a time.

“That’s better, girls. Now it does not matter to me in what order you go, but arrange yourselves in a line.”

If this wasn’t the most humiliating, most childish thing she’d ever experienced, Lynne didn’t know what was. Lisa lined up first with Lynne, then Terri. Lynne chewed on a knuckle as she stood behind Lisa. Aunt Martha gestured and Lisa stepped up. “All right miss. Let’s have your skirt up, please,” said Aunt Martha. Lynne watched as Lisa’s skirt lifted above her hips. Lisa was clad in brief black panties. She wore a garter belt and stockings. They’d been told—no pantyhose.

The brief panties came down to mid-thigh when Aunt Martha hooked her thumbs in either side and slid them down. Lynne could see that Lisa had a very cheeky little bubble-shaped ass. She laid herself across Aunt Martha’s ample lap. The woman shifted her forward until her bottom was the apex of her jackknifed form. She was a petite girl so her legs were off the floor, fluttering.

Lynne held her breath as Martha Grenly picked up the hairbrush. She tapped Lisa’s pert bottom with it, left side, right side, like she was lining up a shot. She drew her arm to shoulder height and brought the brush down, snapping her wrist at the end of the stroke. There was a dry crack! Lisa yelled “Owww!” and threw her head back. Aunt Martha didn’t pause. She smacked the other cheek a second later. Her arm rose and fell really methodically, smacking one cheek, then the other in a slow even tempo. Lynne watched in horrified fascination.

Lisa’s body flinched as the spanks landed. Her bottom cheeks quivered upon impact and a pink flush began to appear. She remained still for the first few smacks but then her legs began to flutter. And she wasn’t quiet.

Smack! “Owww!” Smack! “Yow!” Splat! “Ahh….oww!” Lisa yipped in pain in an almost continuous stream as one sonorous smack after another blistered her nubile buttocks.

Lynne counted about thirty hard hairbrush spanks before Aunt Martha relented. She gulped. This was a bit more intense than she had expected. What had Jane gotten them into? Lisa was sobbing and gulping as her mother helped her up and led her to the corner.

* * *

It’s me, Reggie again. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! My God! Lisa sure has one cute ass. I’d seen her in tight skirts before but wow! Bare? And boy did she wiggle it as she got it. Martha didn’t half lay on. That hairbrush kept spanking and that little bubble butt of hers just wobbled and quivered---and when she started fluttering her legs? Well, you could see the promised land. Poor thing, though. Must have hurt like anything ‘cause Martha reduced her to tears. Jane said that she had cried when she got it, so no surprise. And she looked just adorable like that standing in the corner with her dress hiked up, cute red bum on display.

Well the one I wanted to see was up next. Lynne. Boy, what a babe. She hiked up her skirt to show off that perfect ass of hers and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. She wore high cut panties that exposed half of her butt anyway and that was framed by a sexy garter belt. I had split screen set up, two points of view. One was pointed right at her ass, the other at her front. And it was all being recorded on the hard drive. Aunt Martha slipped her panties down and her plump round ass popped into view. From the front I saw the curls at the lovely triangle where her thighs came together.

She went over Aunt Martha’s knee and Aunt Martha took up the hairbrush. She patted her bottom once or twice and let fly. Crack! Wow what a zinger! Then Crack! Pop! Splat! Aunt Martha spanked that wobbling butt with really brisk-looking strokes. I mean it looked like the brush practically bounced off of her bottom cheeks. She was yelping to beat the band. With her wiggling around like that I could see everything.

* * *

Crack! Crack! “Oh ow!” yipped Lynne. The awful hairbrush landed first on one side, then the other. It was relentless. The sting just kept mounting and mounting. So this was a spanking! And Aunt Martha a big softie? It stung and burned like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was overwhelming.

Lynne was trying to be brave but after just six or seven cracks from that horrid brush it was getting to be too much. She began to buck up and down, clenching and unclenching her bottom. She fluttered her legs up and down. Nothing worked. A bonfire was being lit on her bottom. Why had she ever agreed to this? It was awful. Tears welled up in her eyes as the fiery burning intensified. It just kept coming, one stinging smack after another. She was about to break down and bawl when it stopped. She was helped to her feet by mom who led her over to the wall, panties still bunched at her knees. Her bottom was on fire. “Ok, Lynne, stand there and hold your skirt up. No rubbing just yet.” Lynne’s behind was hot and throbbing. Then her mom resumed her post.

* * *

Whoa, I’m glad I got all that. What a shellacking! Lynne Crane’s sexy ass was as red as a ripe tomato. The last one was Terri. She was a tall girl, and really pretty. Long brown hair, willowy figure, you know. Her hips were slimmer but like the others she had a cute ass too. And she got it just as good. When those long legs went to work I got an eyeful. Ok, I admit it, I had to pull out little willy and start stroking. No help for it. I had the other two against the wall, red butts glowing and lovely Terri wriggling around while Aunt Martha paddled her bottom to a bright red. Seeing these girls get spankings on their bare bottoms was just about the sexiest show this boy had ever seen. Whew! And it wasn’t over.

Reggie is correct. The cane comes next for all three girls.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 21

What kind of spanking stories do you prefer?

QBuzz: Having trawled through a lot of classic spanking stories on various blogs, I have to confess that I most like ones that contain a strong hint of or actual sex scenes (especially if it involves adultery/cuckolding) either towards the end after the spanking or as part of the reason for punishment

Anon 1: A cuckold accepting his woman's need for more than he is providing. Perhaps a bull setting rules for his behavior with wife. Actually anything that forces a person to confront their own fantasies
and make them a reality.

Arched one: As a submissive husband I like stories where she is scolding him prior to spanking putting him in an embarrassing position and scolding as she spanks and I like it when she asks if he needs more he says yes and she says ask for it.

Princessimp: I tend to seek out "daddy daughter," "protector/protectee," or husband/wife contemporary domestic discipline type stories. I like some ageplay stories, but they often veer into direction that I don't like as much. Western and/or sci fi stories generally do not appeal to me.

Roz: I prefer more contemporary romance or d/d stories where there is a real connection between the couple. Sci-fi and vampires etc generally do not appeal.

Yorkie: I love the erotic ones. No punishment, no role play, just the sweet, sweet need for a darn good spanking.


Bogey: I am with Yorkie. Call it erotic, romantic, sensual. Boy meets girl, boy spanks girl, both enjoy it. These stories are rare.

Jack: I have always had a desire to be spanked. Single, I would enjoy reading of wives who spanked their husbands. Women who were very Motherly, spankings were for punishment and afterwards explain why a spanking was needed. I found myself being that male over that woman's lap, soon acting like a little child, squirming, kicking, pleading. Afterwords facing the wall then being consoled by my wife as to why I needed to be spanked. Her words would be "naughty little boy", "Mommy knows what is best". Today I have found such a woman, my wife, she understands the need to spank me. Over time I have begin to call her Mommy, she likes that, reminds me that Mommies spank naughty little boys. The spankings are always over her lap, bare bottom, and when I really start to squirm, the spanking begins. When I was single I would sit in the tub, and masturbate, the more "motherly" the woman was the longer I would hold back and dream I was that male over her lap getting a spanking, felt so good. Today over my wife's lap I have learned that once I starting squirming and pleading she then begins the spanking. I would not change a thing, "My Mommy" knows what is best for me and for our marriage to work.

Baxter: I agree with many comments above. The stories I like are full of description of the interaction between spanker and spankee and the progression of the story up to the actual spanking and then how it is transpiring and the aftermath. If I am aroused significantly, then it is a good story and most are. The stories I don't like are those that go into peripheral and collateral details that have nothing to do with the plot and typically I either skip ahead to the real event or I simply stop reading. The job of the author is to keep the reader engaged. I have written spanking stories for myself based on a real event that is fictionalized and I think they are good and keep me interested, even tho I wrote it.

Liza: I prefer contemporary stories with husbands and wives. It doesn't matter if the spankings are for discipline or foreplay. I dislike ageplay stories.

Barrel: As my wife is the disciplinarian in our family, I enjoy stories where the wife/SO mentally prepares her mate for his impending spankings. Head space preparation and mental acceptance is not only erotic, but motivational for us, highlighted with the spankee’s resolution to submit. Her use of several implements reveals her conviction to change his behavior, which is where we are, even after 40 years of marriage. I dislike younger age play stories.

Ronnie: Contemporary d/d stories. Disciplinary/erotic/foreplay. Don't mind western but don't like Sci-fi.

Hermione: As you can probably guess, I enjoy stories of naughty, nearly-grownup boys and girls getting the cane, paddle or strap from a headmaster or principal. When I was a child I devoured British school stories and and always hoped there would be a spanking scene or five. There rarely was. I prefer not to read stories that contain any real violence (rape, injury to other body parts, blood).

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #250

Welcome to my favourite time of the week, when we all get together to talk about our common interest in TTWD. Today's question was inspired in several ways, most notably by a recent post written by PK, a long-time blogger and published author of spanking stories. There are many different kinds of spanking stories: Western, historical, contemporary and fantasy to name a few. The relationships between spanker and spankee are infinite: teacher and student, master or mistress and servant, husband and wife, and the list goes on. The story can be serious or sexy, with spanking for discipline or as foreplay. Some involve other elements of BDSM, ageplay, or other kinks.

When you choose a spanking story, what are you looking for? What excites you the most? What type of story do you avoid or choose not to read?

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

Friday FAIL

There are some photos that simply shouldn't be shared. The next time you attend a wedding, think twice before sharing shots like these:

Oh, well, go on then!

From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 2

Last week we met Jane and her three friends, who have all been grounded after trying to sneak into a club with fake IDs provided by Jane's brother. But Jane is going to the prom after all, after receiving a spanking and caning from her Aunt Martha. The other girls think this would be a preferable punishment, so Lynne approaches her mother with the suggestion.

“Mom, I’d like to talk to you about the prom.” Lynne’s mom was making dinner. She quizzically regarded her offspring.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re not going.”

“Please hear me out, mom,” pleaded Lynne. The story poured out. Mary Crane listened almost in disbelief to the crazy tale recounted by her daughter.

“So what are you saying? You want to take a…a spanking as punishment so you can go to the prom? No. That’s utterly ridiculous. You’re way too old for that.” But even as she said it, she realized that wasn’t right. The problem was that she was still a child, legally, and that in trying to act fully grown she had committed a crime. Maybe, just maybe, a juvenile treatment like this might be appropriate.

She turned at looked her daughter in the eye. “Ok, Lynne. If you are really serious about this I’ll talk to the other mothers…and Mrs. Hastings-Tyne.”

“Oh, thank you, mom! Yes, talk to them.” For the first time since the whole horrid incident, a ray of hope.

Don’t thank me yet, daughter, she thought to herself. Lynne had never been physically punished, but she had.Mary Crane remembered her mother’s stout hairbrush all too well.

* * *

The conversations with the other moms was eye opening. All three of the friends had told their mothers the same story and when they all got together they tentatively agreed to approach Fiona Hastings-Tyne collectively. Jane had urged her friends to try this and their mothers had apparently agreed.

“Yes,” said Fiona a few days later. They had agreed to meet at the local country club for lunch. “Jane made this request. Harold and I talked it over and we agreed that if Jane would accept this punishment willingly, then we’d allow her to go to the prom. After all, punishment is punishment and one type will work as well as another.” Then she chuckled. “I think after her experience with Aunt Martha she won’t be trying to crash any more night clubs until she’s of age.”

“Who exactly is Aunt Martha?” asked Vicki Terril, Lisa’s mom.

Fiona told them. “Martha Grenly retired here some years ago. She is my oldest sister. For many years she was head mistress at The Crossley School for girls in a small village in Scotland. It was a very private and exclusive school for very wealthy or connected families, but very strict as well. It was a boarding school. There is still this belief among the British upper crust of society that if you’re born into a life of wealth and comfort that you should go through no small amount of hell in the form of boarding school. So Crossley fit the bill. Among other things, corporal punishment was employed there. As head mistress my sister frequently carried it out, so she knows what she is about. When Jane made her request Harold and I both thought, ‘we’ll send her to Aunt Martha’. We certainly had never laid a hand on Jane and wouldn’t know how to begin now. Martha, on the other hand knows all about it.”

It was an animated discussion that followed, but it ultimately led to an overriding question. “Would Aunt Martha be willing to act for all of us, sort of—what do you call that—in loco….parentis, that’s it,” said Terri’s mom, Barbara Boswell.

Fiona said, “I can ask.”

* * *

“So you want me to act in loco parentis for you all? Do I understand that right?” The girls’ mothers were all seated having tea at the home of Fiona Hastings with Martha Grenly. She was a large woman, solidly built, not fat. She was in her fifties with close cropped dark hair showing tints of gray. They’d chatted for a bit and then Mary Crane steered the conversation around to the subject at hand.

“I’ll have to tell you, I was floored when Lynne proposed this, but she had talked to Jane and then the girls talked to each other, and, well, I guess they all want to go to the prom so badly that they are apparently willing to suffer the indignity of a childhood punishment if that means they can go.”

Aunt Martha shook her head. Young girls these days. “In my day we did use corporal punishment as perhaps Fiona told you. I was a matron, then a teacher and finally headmistress at Crossley, and it was certainly the best way to curb girlish shenanigans and foolishness. I never liked to spank the girls but sometimes I thought it was for the best.”

“How exactly did you do it?” asked Barbara.

“There were two levels of punishment. The first could be a simple spanking—this was mainly for the maintenance of discipline in the boarding school— disobedience after lights out, pillow fights that got out of hand, that sort of thing. A more formal punishment was the cane. That was reserved for more serious offenses like insubordination, cheating, leaving school grounds.”

Vicki chimed in. “We understand when Jane was punished she got both.”

“Yes. In my opinion what she did was serious and merited a rather severe punishment—especially one that would allow her to go to all these big social functions. That’s a large bill to pay, given her crime.” she chuckled. “A girl at Crossley might have been expelled for that.”

“What would you propose for our girls, then?” asked Vicki.

Aunt Martha thought for a moment. “It would have to be a rather formal punishment, I should think, given the gravity of the situation. And I think it should be a group event. I’d propose that we all convene right here if Fiona agrees.” Fiona nodded. “The girls would have to cooperate fully. I would take them one at a time and give each a thorough spanking. I’d let them recover from that a bit and then call them in one at a time into a private room or study where each would have to bend and take a good hard six strokes with my school cane. That is what Jane got and I think it appropriate.”

The mothers now were nodding in assent. This was sounding better and better. “How should they be dressed for this, er, little ceremony?”

“I’d recommend proper dresses, not too long, not tight--- to make the adjustment of clothing easiest. Certainly no jeans or other sloppy clothing. This is a formal ritual and should be treated with some measure of decorum.”

“Adjustment of clothing?” asked Barbara.

“Yes. They should be punished on their bare bottoms. Bare always gets the best results,” said Aunt Martha adamantly.

* * *

Now, everything you’ve heard so far was told to me by my sister Jane. We’re twins you know. She tells me everything. I’m Reggie Hastings—hullo. Anyway she was privy to everything the girls said as well as the meeting with Aunt Martha. And when I heard all this, well, you can imagine how my mind was racing. Not to mention some other parts. What a show. I had to see it. These girls were some of the prettiest girls at the high school—real hotties, you know? I knew I didn’t have too much time, but I’m a bit of a tech geek as Jane will tell you.

Where would they do it, that was the question? I figured it had to be the front parlor and the study, nothing else made sense. So with carefully concealed lenses hooked to various recoding devices and remote controls I prepared to film an epic to rival Spielberg.

* * *

Lynne waited expectantly for her mother to return. She knew she had been to a meeting at Jane’s house and she knew why they were meeting. She saw her mother’s car drive up. This is it, she thought. The prom. All her hopes.

“You’d better sit down to hear this, Lynne.” They sat at the kitchen table. Lynne was on the edge of her seat. “First of all, I will tell you that you will be allowed to go to the prom…”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you, thank you!” Lynne was elated.

“Wait,” she said, holding her hand up. “You haven’t heard the rest of it. I was about to say, if….”

“If what?” Lynne was now apprehensive.

“If you cooperate fully and accept your punishment as we have planned.”

“What does that mean? Are you…going to spank me?” Now the reality was beginning to intrude.

“Not me. Aunt Martha. All of us moms have agreed and Jane’s Aunt Martha has agreed to be our, sort of, enforcer.
Just so the punishment is fair and the same for all of you.”

Lynne’s face was a mask of confusion.

“We will all meet at Mrs. Hasting’s house. Each of you will willingly accept a sound spanking from Aunt Martha. After a brief period this will be followed by six strokes with an English school cane. It will be the same punishment as your friend Jane received, so don’t look at me like that. That will wipe the slate clean. But I warn you Lynne, any hesitation, any
faltering, any refusal to cooperate fully and the whole thing is off. You will obey Aunt Martha to the letter. It will be humiliating; it will be painful, no doubt. But it’s now up to you.”

Oh my gosh, thought Lynne. A spanking from a strange woman with her friends and their moms watching and then six strokes with a cane. She’d never seen a cane but Jane said it was like a stout switch. She could imagine what that was going to feel like. But she had to, she just had to.

“Ok, mom. I will accept the punishment.”

“It’s going to hurt, Lynne. You’ll have to be brave.” She smoothed her child’s hair affectionately.

“Yes, mom. I’ll try.”

How brave will Lynne really be once the hairbrush is put into action? I'm aftraid you will have to wait until next week to find out.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 14

Do you have any nicknames for your implements?

Yorkie: I never thought of that to be honest. I might have to think of some names but I'm sure my wife won't remember them!

Roz: That's a fun question Hermione. Sadly I don't have a fun answer, we haven't named any implements.

Bogey: Most of ours have descriptive names. Nothing clever. Principals, Teachers, Red, Holey, etc.

Jack: If “Mrs Hairbrush” counts that is the only name I know of. My wife states that when I’m going to be getting a spanking. “Mrs Hairbrush” is needed again and I dread those words.

Princessimp: We have a "domestic discipline paddle" from the London Tanners. Does "that big, bad, mean, awful paddle" count as a name? Yikes.

NoraJean: No special names here as yet ... except maybe to note that 'the' belt, although no longer one that Frank wears, is still mentioned as being 'his' belt. Maybe its that personal connection that makes it my dreaded favourite :))

Sir Wendel: The Misses refers to our paddle as the “big boy” once in a while.

Minelle: No names...but I say ‘Ronnie’s spoon, or Blondie's paddle, Sunny’s present, Cat’s gift—or- well you get my point! Lol

Bernie: "Blackie" was the name coined for the Neoprene paddle we got 15 - 20 years ago. The name was usually used in a statement like "Blackie will be paying you a visit when you get home."

Ronnie: There is only one of our implements we have a name for - 'Bogie's paddle' because it was a gift from him.

Hermione: Ron calls our dogging bat the "Weed Whacker". The black leather paddle is "Black Beauty" and the carpet beater is the "Whistler" because of the sound it makes.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #249

Welcome one and all to our spanko brunch. It's been a busy week here, and there's more to be done next week, so let's take time to relax and enjoy each other's company as we discuss this week's topic.

Have you given any of your implements pet names or nicknames? If so, who decided on the names? Are they suitable, descriptive, or just plain silly? Are the names used by both of your or by only one?

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

Friday FAIL

I find shopping online very convenient, and Ron never shops any other way. We both go to reputable sites to make our purchases, but things can go very wrong if you buy from people you don't know or from companies you've never heard of.

 This cat tree was obviously never meant for real, life-size cats.

 The poor guy ordered the boots at the top, but was sent the orange shoes instead. What's the return policy?

 It looked like a fine TV online in the top picture, but what arrived was a fake.

 Another case of showing an item with no way of knowing its actual size.

 Better to travel to London and buy the real thing there.

Problems with scale, part three.


Enjoy the weekend!

From the Top Shelf - The Prom, part 1

This is the first part of a very creative and titillating story from one of Rollin Hand`s collection of short stories, The Schoolgirl Collection. If schoolgirl spankings aren`t your cup of tea, then please step away; if they are, then enjoy!

THE PROM

Jane Hastings-Tyne was furious. Her boyfriend Nick Logan had actually dumped her for her supposed friend, Lynne Crane. The proof of it was right there in front of her. Not a week after the fateful call (“Jane, I’m sorry, it’s not working for us…”), there he was smooching with Lynne Crane at Tanya Robbins’ party. It was Lynne and her too cute pals Terri and Lisa. They ran in a pack, stealing boyfriends left and right. She’d get them, no matter the cost, she told herself. But how to do it?

Her twin brother supplied part of the answer. A geek techno-whiz and a smooth operator, Reggie had developed a method for producing fake ID’s. Maybe she’d give her friends a little present. I’ll bide my time, she told herself. I’m not causing a scene, no. As someone once said, revenge is a dish best served cold.

* * *

Lynne was so keenly disappointed. How could she tell her boyfriend Nick? She was being grounded. No prom. A senior, eighteen years old and here she was grounded from the biggest event in her life, and all because she and a few of her girlfriends were caught trying to sneak into a nightclub with fake ID’s. She’d been arrested. Damn! How had they known they were fake? Her mom came and got her, mad as hell. She chewed Lynne out up one side and down the other. Then mom had dropped the bomb.

“That’s it. You’re grounded from the prom, Lynne. You are not going. In fact you are not going anywhere between now and graduation.” Lynne’s mom was a more matronly and taller version of herself, a chestnut haired beauty with a thin, very pretty face and a curvy figure.

Lynne had protested, but to no avail. It seemed that since mom and dad had divorced she’d become more strict. Her friends Lisa and Terri were grounded too. There had been four of them in on the caper. But Jane Hastings-Tyne was still going. She’d been in on it. In fact she had supplied the ID’s. But from what Lynne had heard, Jane was still going.

She pulled Jane aside at school to ask her why.

“Because I’ve been punished for that already,” said Jane. They were sitting outside right after lunch. It was a nice day.

“Punished how?” asked Lynne.

Jane blushed. “I say, it’s a trifle embarrassing. But mother and I talked it over and….look, if I tell you, don’t spread it around, ok?” Jane was an English transplant to America. The accent was fascinating to hear.

Lynne was really intrigued now. “I won’t tell. Promise.”

Jane took a breath. “If you must know, mother and my aunt, they…well I got a spanking.” She blurted it in a rush. “And the cane. I got the cane as well, three days later. But it’s done with. I can go to the prom.”

Lynne absorbed this news wild-eyed and with jaw dropping astonishment. “But you’re eighteen like me! A spanking? You mean like a kid?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” said Jane dryly.

“Wow. Did it hurt? Weren’t you embarrassed?” Lynne fluttered excitedly.

“To both questions, yes. It hurt a little and it was a bit humiliating.” Jane seemed remarkably composed, as if this sort of thing was ordinary. “It was bearable though---really.”

“And…you’re…going…to…the…prom.” Lynne slowly chanted. And that was the bottom line. “Wait, you said you and your mom talked it over.”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Jane, flipping her hair back nonchalantly. “She was going to ground me. I asked her to reconsider. She did.” Lynne sat there thinking. The wheels were turning.

Jane saw her pondering this and added, “I was able to convince her that a brief return to an older mode of discipline would be adequate to correct my girlish indiscretions.” She had this dry understated way of expressing herself. “So she sent me to Aunt Martha.”

“Who is that?” asked Lynne.

“She’s my mother’s big sister. It was Aunt Martha who actually did the honors. She used to be headmistress at an all girls school in England.”

Lynne was amazed. “And they do that over there---or they did?”

“And how,” said Jane. “Yes, she knows how to spank, but she’s a big softie really.”

“A cane? Like you walk with? She hit you with that?” Lynne envisioned Jane being clobbered with a big thick stick.

“No. Very different. It is a very thin, very bendy thing like a switch. It stings a bit, but no lasting harm.”

“E-yow!” Lynne winced trying to imagine.

Still….Lynne had an idea. “Can I tell Lisa and Terri?” They were all good friends, so why not.

“Ok, but that’s as far as it goes,” said Jane. “You have an idea, I can tell.”

“You get to go to the prom, don’t you?” said Lynne.

“Yes, but I did get my ass well and truly smacked,” said Jane.

So Lynne had to think. Could she do it? More importantly should she do it? Then she thought about Nick. He’d be pissed at first when he found out she couldn’t go, then he’d go ask that stuck-up bitch Gloria von Meader or that slut Carly Creamer. That thought was too, too much to bear.

“So what did your mom do?”

Jane sighed. “This is all so…oh, all right. Aunt Martha came over one night after we had come to the agreement. We took supper as usual. It was rather bizarre chatting amiably with my aunt knowing what was to transpire. I cleared the plates. Then I went upstairs and prepared. Father stayed downstairs in his study, but he fully approved, of course. I put on my nightgown and waited for mother and Aunt Martha. She came into the bedroom carrying a large wooden hairbrush. She sat at my vanity while mother stood to the side. I had to lift my nightgown and place myself across her knees. She recounted my fault and asked if I was ready. Then she proceeded to give me a very brisk spanking with the back of that awful brush. It went on for several minutes. I’m afraid I wasn’t very brave. I wiggled a lot and cried out. It burned somewhat, but not bad.”

Lynne stared at her friend transfixed. Jane continued. “So, that was for the fake ID. For the attempt to get into the nightclub with the rest of you, I had to report to Aunt Martha at her flat. This was several days later, and I dreaded it like you can’t know. But the appointed day arrived and I was summoned to her study. She told me to lift my skirt, bend over and touch my toes. She gave me six strokes without even my knickers for protection, and with a whippy school cane.”

“Your what?” Weren’t knickers the funny pants that golfers wore?

“Knickers. Panties, you call them.

Look, what you might do,” said Jane, “is to convince your mothers to send you to Aunt Martha. She’d do it, I know.”

Lynne grimaced. A spanking and then six strokes with a thing like a switch. Ouch! Double ouch. Still she had to try.

Was this all a story and part of Jane`s revenge, or did she really get a spanking and a caning? Stay tuned and find out if Lynne`s mother agrees with the plan.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for October 7

How does the spanker in your relationship feel about spanking?

Liza: My husband loves it. He was really excited when he found out I was into spanking.

QBuzz: My girlfriend is a switch (as am I) so I think she's pretty happy whichever end of the paddle she's on.

Anon: My wife does the spanking, she may deep down enjoy it, but understands that I need to be spanked.

Roz: We both enjoy spanking too. I think we were both pretty happy when we discovered we were both into spanking (he spanker, me spankee).

Happy Thanksgiving Hermione. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend celebrating.

Joe: I truly enjoy being spanked and look forward to each and every session with my wife spanking me. As for her she spanks me because she knows I get off on it and she enjoys pleasing me but does not want to be spanked at all. Happy Thanksgiving Hermione.

Sir Wendel: We both enjoy spanking and being spanked by each other.

Bogey: Yorkie, if I had to guess, I would say there are more in a situation like you are in. I think that is the case for M/F or F/M. It's regrettable that we don't express our needs before we get married.

Yorkie: I did. Told her everything. Still do.

Jack: Relief, less stress, having someone who loves you, understand what you need and may not want. My wife is such, I have an attitude at times, I tend to want everything my way, and I wanted my wife more than anything. She thought long and hard about marriage, she made it clear, change was going to happen. I recall a Sunday morning after church, I really was not in the mood for church, said a couple of things I should not have said at church. She was mad, driving home, she reminded me of change, and I said I was sorry. I was changing my clothes and was just in my underpants and she looked at, time for a change, and I was told to get over her lap and now. I did so, she quickly pulled the underpants down and for the next several minutes I felt the sting of her hand. When she stopped and I stood up, you best get to the kitchen and I went to pull up my underpants, take them off she said and so I did and naked went to the kitchen. She was making lunch, did not want me to be rubbing and I stood saying nothing. This was the first, and today she has improved on the spankings. She also feels, relief, less stress, and understands a woman's place in a marriage, and reminds me that my place will be over her lap, bare bottom, and learning about change.

Rosco: My wife Irene has been spanking me since 1980. Originally it was because I suggested it. She wasn’t into it at first, but was always open and wanted to please me.

Nowadays she probably likes it more than I. She only stops because she wants me to kiss her between the legs (etc).

Our sex life has been mostly female dominant, but skyrocketed in intensity when the youngest went off to college - even if frequency is down to about once a week.

Bernie: At one time my wife seemed to enjoy spanking me. This has trailed off in the last couple of years. I wish I could rekindle her interest enough to go back to regular spankings, rather than the sporadic ones I'm getting now.

And does anyone have suggestions about how to re-engage? I hope some of you can help. 

NoraJean: My spanker man Frank, loves it! Although we've had impact play in our dynamic for years, the OTK type spanking in and of itself wasn't my thing until it was, with our trip down this ttwd road and now its definitely his thing. I do love an erotic type spanking ... any other kind serves as a reminder that he's the HoH. I do love him for that.

Amy: Doesn't matter what kind of spanking Eric is giving me (reset, discipline, or sexual play), it is a huge turn on for him. The act of being in charge, the physical exertion, and the knowledge that in one way or another he is helping me - all very erotic to him. I find great security in having him take me OTK. He keeps me happy.

Ronnie: I really enjoy being spanked and happy to say P loves to spank me.

Hermione: With us, spanking is not always foreplay. but is just done for its own sake. For that reason, I'm pretty sure that I get more out of it than Ron does, but he happily complies because it pleases me, At times he seems quite enthusiastic and he always takes his responsibility seriously.

Thank you all for responding. Yorkie, I hope that gives you some reassurance.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #248

This is a long weekend for Canadians, who celebrate Thanksgiving on Monday. It's a special time for giving thanks for this great country we live in, and all the bounty it produces. And no matter what country we live in, we are all thankful for the joy that spanking brings to our lives.

This leads me to the topic suggested by our good friend Yorkie, who writes: "This question has been at the back of my mind for a while now and I thought I'd finally reach out and ask someone about it.

"I am curious if there are other spankers, like my wife, who don't like it or don't get it, or are more the other end of the spectrum and actually get off on it as much as I, and others like me who enjoy being spanked, do."

How does the spanker in your relationship actually feel about it? Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.

Friday FUN

Just a little something to help you end the week with a smile.

Were you expecting a spanking? Sorry, maybe next time.

Happy Friday!