Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Holiday Goodies


For the ultimate chocolate/peanut butter experience, try these Chocolate Peanut Butter Globs. This recipe by Ina Garten is chock full of yummy ingredients that you may change or omit to suit your taste.

    6 tablespoons (¾ stick) unsalted butter
    12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips, divided
    2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
    2 large eggs
    1 tablespoon instant coffee powder
    2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
    3/4 cup sugar
    1/3 cup plus 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
    1 teaspoon baking powder
    1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
    1 cup whole walnut halves (not chopped)
    1 cup whole pecan halves (not chopped)
    2/3 cup peanut butter chips

Preheat the oven to 325 degrees. Line a few sheet pans with parchment paper.

In a bowl set over simmering water, melt the butter, 6 ounces of the chocolate chips, and the unsweetened chocolate, stirring occasionally, until just melted. Remove from the heat and cool for 15 minutes.

In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, or a hand-held mixer, beat the eggs, coffee powder and vanilla until combined. Add the sugar, raise the speed to medium-high, and beat for 2 minutes, until the batter is thick and falls back on itself in a ribbon.

With the mixer on low, slowly add the chocolate mixture to the egg mixture. Combine the 1/3 cup of flour, baking powder, and salt in a small bowl and fold it into the chocolate mixture with a rubber spatula.

In another bowl, combine the walnuts, pecans, peanut butter chips, the remaining 6 ounces of chocolate chips, and the tablespoon of flour and fold it into the chocolate mixture. With 2 soup spoons or a small ice cream scoop, drop rounded mounds of batter 1 inch apart onto the prepared sheet pans. Bake for 15 minutes exactly. Cool on the baking sheets for 20 minutes then enjoy!

These blogs are participating in this year's cookie exchange.

selkie  (blog here, recipe here)

From Hermione's Heart

Monday, December 9, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 8



What are your spanking rituals?

Roz: Great question! It used to depend on the nature of the spanking. If it was for role affirmation/maintenance, whatever you prefer to call it, the spanking was preceded with discussion and naked kneeling. If it was discipline it was preceded with discussion and no rituals as such if for play.

Peter: Spankings from my wife occur on Friday evenings.Our kids go their grandparents on Friday for an overnight. When I get back from work I go at once strip naked and wait standing in the corner, with nose pressed against the wall. Often I have to wait as much as an hour before she comes into the room. She sits on a chair near the window and I kneel before her and confess to any wrong doings. Then she chooses what sort of punishment if any I deserve.

Wendel: We do not have any real ritual. The closest would be that the spanking is announced and shortly after given.

Rosco: Irene usually directs some sort of role play, with a number of variations. Yesterday she was especially enthusiastic because the leather ping pong paddles we ordered from Orvis had arrived at last.

Irene instructed me to go into the bedroom and wait for her. When she arrived, she told me she’d heard reports that I’d misbehaved, had been trying to peek up girls’ skirts when they went up the stairs. Laura, Irene and Sarah had reported me. (Irene herself was playing the part of Ms. Smythington - perhaps a teacher but not authority figure at any rate.)

First came the lecture, then the paddling. Ms. Smythington then made me sit on a hard chair in her dark closet with a hot bottom while she took a shower. When Irene returned and opened the door, she played the part of all the girls who had been invited to see the spanking I’d received and to add a few swats of their own.

This routine is one that’s developed over time. Originally based on my fantasies, Irene really loves it. It’s a very fun game. Conversation pretty much comes to a halt when she’s ready for my tongue, but picks up again after during intercourse.

Barrel: Like Roz, it depends on the spanking about to be given. If it is just part of our normal intimacy play, then my wife tells me “I deserve the hair brush, please get it for me”. She occasionally tells me how many I will get or how red she wants it before she is done. Not much more than that.

However, we plan “sessions” in advance. Our sessions are longer and more intense, so she gives me a week to get my head ready for what is to come. The day of the session, we go for lunch or happy hour where my wife will openly discuss the implements she will use, how many strokes of each and the severity. At that point, my apprehension is building and she will calmly look me in the eye and tell how she knows I really want to be thrashed. She will hold my hands and comfort me until I admit I want the session and am ready. We then return home, I prepare the bench at the end of our bed with restraints, pillows and towels. We then hug and over the pillows I go. Once securely bound, she will tell me how much better I will feel when the stress is relieved with the whipping and caning I am receiving. This is repeated during pauses as she changes from one implement to another to another. My wife doesn’t scold or lecture during the punishment, but will tell me how red it looks, yet not red enough, and she continues. She will ask how I am doing. To date, my responses are, “Fine, thank you Miss”. I haven’t tapped out yet as I do feel less stress when she is finished. We just had one on Friday and it was glorious.

Prefectdt: Unless requested otherwise by the woman doing the spanking, I usually put on a man thong. As the majority of my spankings are with non-sexual playmates and it just feels inappropriate to have boy parts swinging about. Does that really count as a ritual or is it a courtesy? I'm not sure.


Hermione: Ron chooses three implements, then I am allowed to choose a fourth. I remove clothing below the waist and bend over the bed. Sometimes Ron scolds me while spanking, but more often not.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #308

Come on in! I'm glad to see so many of you here today to enjoy good food and good conversation with like-minded friends. My good friend Barrel suggested today's topic.

Is there any ritual or protocol that you customarily follow to set the mood for an impending spanking?  Is there a discussion?  Is scolding involved?

Please leave your response as a comment. Don't be shy; I want to hear from YOU. You may remain anonymous if you wish. Once everyone has spoken, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Lifestyle Pot Pourri

S few fun photos that will bring a smile to your face.


































Tank you, Boru, for your contribution.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

From the Top Shelf - Once Upon a Time, part 2

We continue with the second installment of "Once Upon a Time" by Gerald Sinclair. You will really want to reread part one again, and you'll find it here. Now let's see how Sir Bevis fared while carrying a handkerchief wet with the tears of a well-spanked princess.
The messenger, breathless and wild-eyed, arrived the following evening. 'Sir Bevis –' he gasped.

'Has slain the dragon?' beamed the King.

The messenger shook his head sadly and held out a helmet everyone recognised. It contained a few charred bones and a scorched fragment of a lace-trimmed handkerchief.

'I think,' said the Queen, 'that Master Erasmus has some explaining to do.'

'A slight miscalculation,' said the magician, unruffled, when he made his appearance. 'An oversight which I sincerely regret.'

'Not as sincerely as I do!' muttered Crystal, wriggling on her cushion.

'Further research,' said Master Erasmus, 'shows that the spell only works if the tears are shed by a virgin.'

There was a tense, awe-struck silence in the Throne Room. Crystal blushed vividly. So did a tall, handsome squire who could be seen furtively glancing round for the nearest exit.

'C-r-r-r-ystal!' said Queen Marguerite.

'But Mother – I – I –'

'Upstairs!'

Five minutes later the tall squire was on his way to the dungeons with an armed guard, while the courtiers were once more listening in fascinated silence to the sound of Crystal's howls and entreaties mingled with the steady thwack! thwack! thwack! of a leather tawse across a royal rump.

'I suppose it's lucky,' said the King next day, 'that we have two more princesses.'

Miranda and Lisette looked at each other in dismay. Lucky?

'Miranda,' said the Queen, ominously. 'I hope there's no doubt about –'

'Of course not!'

'In that case,' said the Queen, 'we'd better go to your bedroom.'

The slim, tawny-haired, soft-spoken Miranda was regarded as the intellectual one among the princesses. Since she had received much of her education across her mother's knee she knew better than to argue when she was ordered into that ignominious position. In a matter of moments her skirts were around her waist and her blue silk briefs were halfway down her thighs.

'Now, Miranda,' said the Queen, with a large ebony-backed hairbrush poised above her daughter's shapely seat. 'Tears are what we need, so let's make sure there are plenty.'

And indeed, Miranda's tears were soon flowing abundantly as that lovely young lady blubbered and pleaded and wriggled through the soundest spanking she had received for years. The scorching impact of hard wood on tender curves was no novelty to Miranda, but on this occasion she had the added misery of knowing she hadn't even done anything to deserve the stinging anguish in her scarlet, quivering behind.

'And who,' asked the Queen a little later, 'is the gallant knight who will ride out with Miranda's handkerchief to face the dragon?'

'I thought of Sir Godfrey,' said King Fedor. 'His remarkable luck at cards has been quite expensive to me lately. Let's see how lucky he is with dragons.'

Shortly afterwards, a very disgruntled Sir Godfrey, swearing under his breath and shedding extra aces from every chink in his armour, went forth to do battle.

The same weary messenger limped into court the following day.

'Well?' demanded the King. 'Did Sir Godfrey give the dragon the coup de grace?

'No,' said the man, glumly. 'But with any luck he may have given the dragon indigestion.'

Queen Marguerite's baleful glare settled upon Miranda. Miranda gulped.

'But Mother, there must be some mistake! I haven't –! I mean I am –! you mustn't think –!'

'Upstairs!' thundered the Queen.

Halfway through the exemplary spanking which followed, Master Erasmus appeared at the bedroom door.

'Your Majesty, stop! There has been an unfortunate error. I'll never trust a Hong Kong crystal ball again!'

'Eh?' said the Queen, hairbrush raised aloft.

'I'm sure Princess Miranda is a virgin,' said the magician. 'Regrettably, that isn't enough. To make the spell truly effective, the chastisement should have been carried out in public.'

Queen Marguerite pondered for a moment, thoughtfully considering the blazing crimson bottom of the innocent young beauty sobbing bitterly across her lap.

'Pity,' said the Queen. 'Still, I've started, so I'll finish.' She brought the brush down sharply to resume the interrupted spanking. Master Erasmus retreated down the corridor, his ears filled with Miranda's tearful entreaties mingled with the juicy splat! of hard wood landing of tender teenage buttocks.
Poor Sir Godfrey! His luck seems to have run out. What about the dragon? We'll find out next week.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, December 2, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for December 1

How do you feel about spankings that break the skin or cause bleeding?

Bonnie: If others find blood appealing and that's their kink, so be it. But it's a hard stop for us.

Xen: It’s not really something that specifically draws me, but it doesn’t repel me either. In stories I’ve read it signals severity, and severity does play a big role for me in fantasy (and sometimes reality).

We’ve had broken skin a few times... only once that was full on bleeding I think. He was much more worried by it than I was. It’s only occurred with more severe punishments, but the bleeding/broken skin isn’t in itself a measure of severity... it’s just a sign that he hasn’t taken his ring off. :-p I don’t think we’ve ever had broken skin from a cane or other similar implement beyond the typical welts. We may have had a bit of bleeding from paddling on top of blood blisters? But I can’t remember any specific times that’s happened, so if it did I was beyond caring.

Kiwigirliegirl: I've had broken skin from paddling and also from a home made implement that was two green plastics strips banded together. At the time, it didn't bother me, but looking back on it now, it was foolish of me to allow it, because he got too much of a kick out of leaving marks and breaking skin and the relationship became abusive. So now, I'd not allow broken skin, but the odd bruise is welcome. A good reminder fir the next few days.



Bernie: If it was purely accidental - and only on my backside - I guess I'd be ok with it. No desire for it in stories, or real life, at all.

Roz: I don't enjoy anything too extreme in life, stories or pictures. It turns me cold. Bruises and some marking in real life however are welcome.

Barrel: The business side of my wife’s favorite hair brush has ridges, like thick corduroy, that when sternly applied can leave long blood blisters under the skin. Her 27” (68 cm) thin delrin cane imparts deep welts that very rarely, but occasionally, breaks the skin.

No, that is not a place we like to play, but then again, all marks left from a vigorous thrashing are badges of honor I wear proudly, just not in the shower at the gym.

Rosco: I’ll agree with folks above. I’ve bled a few times when Irene has been particularly enthusiastic. Not a big deal. But I’ve seen a video and a few photographs where it’s over the top, unappealing to me and perhaps unhealthy.

Irene is well past menopause, but a bit of blood down there never stopped any of out activities.

Peter: Well in close to fifteen years of her discipline, there have been more than a few times
that I did keep my bruises and broken skin for more than a day, but to me they became
a badge I wore proudly.

It has been thrilling to see my wife take on an assertive role in life as well as with me.
More than once those spankings kept me from the brink. Even her harshest discipline
i always knew were made in love.

There is also be bonus of laying on your stomach as she applies a salve.

 Ronnie: Everyone to their own. For me I don't like to see pictures of really bloody bottoms. A few bruises on my own bottom I like.

Prefectdt: In real life - I do like to play hard sometimes, so the occasional bleed is inevitable. But I am the kind of wimp who wants a sticking plaster put on it before play continues, to stop it becoming a large wound.

In fictional stories - I can't see the problem, just so long as no ink or paper was harmed during the writing process.

In pictures and videos - This does worry me sometimes but as long as the recipient was fully consenting and no long term scaring resulted, I cannot object. Although I might look through squinty eyes sometimes.

Graham: We're just the opposite of most of the comments above. For us, bruising is definitely out.

However, she has occasionally drawn blood with the cane, which when light is OK but definitely a sign to slow down.

We've seen photos with over-the-top bleeding, and that is not at all appealing.

Simon: Over the years I've developed a number of weak spots presumably from the sheer number of canings, strappings and paddlings my poor old bottom has received. As a result almost anything except a spanking results in bleeding which is a shame as I do enjoy a severe punishment. Normally the application of a few plasters does the trick and I can travel without getting blood on my trousers which can be very embarrassing.

Hermione: If Ron ever breaks the skin of my bottom with an implement, or sees a blood blister starting, he stops immediately. We aren't into that kind of harsh punishment. I also don't care for it in stories, pictures or videos. But I can understand that for some, it's an important part of a D/s relationship.

Thank you all for sharing your thoughts. Let's be careful out there!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #307

Welcome to another weekend spanko brunch. I hope my American readers had a fine Thanksgiving. Don't worry, there's no turkey on the buffet today.

I'd like to discuss something that may be somewhat controversial. In some fictional stories, especially those written in the Victorian period, spankings, canings or birchings often result in bleeding. Some folks may not mind the mention of blood, others may feel it is an important element, and still others will be repelled. To each his own is my motto. But how do you feel about it?

What is your reaction to a spanking or other play that results in the breaking of skin or the appearance of blood, whether in real life, fictional stories, pictures or videos? Is it something you avoid or something that you don't mind or even enjoy?

As always, leave your response as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, November 30, 2019

You Completed the Caption

This picture came up when I Googled "pilgrims" but it seems they weren't actually guys who made it to the New World. Thank you, KDPierre, for setting me straight. But you got the idea anyway!

Prefectdt: The boss of the flat cap company suspected that the new range of hats was not so popular, as the queue at the complaints office grew larger with unhappy looking clients.

KDPierre: Guy #1: "Hey guys.....tomorrow is Thanksgiving.....a day North Americans celebrate the pilgrims with a big turkey dinner!"

Guy #2: "Hey, WE are pilgrims......why didn't WE get a special dinner?"

Guy #3: "Because, genius, it was YOUR idea to go to Jerusalem instead of Plymouth!"

Guy #4: "Let's not quibble. I'll tell you what. Let's celebrate OUR pilgrimage with a special feast too!

Guy #5: "Woo Hoo! Falafel, gefilte fish, and challah for EVERYONE!!!"

All: "Tsufridn Danken Tog!!!!"

Wendel: The Original Avengers.
Philippe “Forged Steal” de Stark, Cpt. Bertrand Amerigo, Bernard “Behemoth” de Montbard, Everard des Thor and Gilbert de Nocoolname.

Hermione: Let the Spanksgiving canings begin!

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 29, 2019

Friday FAIL

It's Black Friday and there are bargains to be had in every store as well as online. But be careful! If the price is too good to be true, you might be buying a knock-off.


 A Festivus shirt from Seinfeld and friends.





 Garfield sure looks angry!





 Tastier than a Kit Kat bar.





 A Paw Patrol concentration camp? Those pups are getting agressive!



The name says it all - a Fony Sony. Step away.


Before you go away empty-handed, please complete the caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Complete the Caption

Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends. In honour of the occasion, I present to you a group of pilgrims.


This is one serious bunch of dudes. What makes them so glum? Maybe they hear someone singing. Perhaps the turkey was overcooked. I leave it up to you to determine what those canes are for.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will submit a compilation of your surmises once the Thanksgiving festivities are over.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

From the Top Shelf - Once Upon a Time, part 1

I found this story on an old, inactive blog that featured stories from British spanking magazines. This tale, told in three parts, is silly, but it's also quite humorous, and there's plenty of spanking. So relax and enjoy "Once Upon A Time" by Gerald Sinclair, originally published in Janus magazine.


Long ago, in the days of legend and magic, there was a King who had three beautiful daughters. Crystal was the eldest at 21, then came Miranda who was 18, and finally 16-year-old Lisette.

* * *

King Fedor's realm was a happy place on the whole, but problems did arise from time to time. There came a day when a panting messenger fell to one knee before the King and gasped out, 'Sire, a ferocious dragon is ravaging the western provinces!'

'Damn it!' frowned the King, irritably thumping the arm of his throne. 'They'll probably want a reduction of taxes as they did after the Ogre Invasion three years ago. The dragon's going through the usual routine, I take it?'

'Yes, Sire,' said the messenger. 'Killing all the men it can catch, reducing the crops and cottages to ashes with its fiery breath, carrying off beautiful maidens to meet a fate so bizarre –'

'Yes, yes, you needn't go into that,' said the King, uneasily aware of Queen Marguerite's formidable presence at his side. 'What are the local people doing about it, though? There were supposed to be some good dragon-slaying teams in the west. Gramarye United were near the top of the first division last year.'

'Alas, great king,' said the messenger. 'Gramarye United went forth to do battle against the monster a week ago. All we could find of them afterwards was a couple of broken spears and a scorched jockstrap. This dragon is really something special.'

'It's the enchanted variety I suppose,' said Queen Marguerite, impatiently. 'Protected by magic spells, immune to ordinary weapons. You'll have to consult the Court Magician, Fedor. It's time he did something to earn his keep apart from performing dubious conjuring tricks at the men-at-arms' stag parties.'

'Just what I was thinking, my dear,' said the King. 'Someone go and tell Master Erasmus he's wanted immediately.'

Shortly afterwards Master Erasmus stood before them clad in his bright and gaudy official robes; a plump, curly-haired fellow with dimpled cheeks and shifty eyes. The problem was explained to him and he went through the motions of his craft. He consulted ancient cobwebbed volumes, peered into a crystal ball, read teacups and burned peculiar-smelling herbs.

'The answer is not altogether clear,' he said, 'but it seems that the dragon can only be overthrown by a brave knight who has a lady's handkerchief tied to his spear. The handkerchief must be stained with the tears of a royal princess who has been soundly whipped.'

'What?' It was a simultaneous shriek from the King's three lovely daughters.

Queen Marguerite turned to look at the quaking, blushing princesses. 'Fortunately,' she said with a grim smile, 'that can easily be arranged.'

She pointed to Crystal, a long-legged, delightfully curved young lady with big blue eyes and long, gleaming golden hair. 'As the eldest, Crystal, you always take precedence over your sisters. We will now go to your bedroom and –'

'Oh, but Mother!' blurted out Crystal in dismay. 'I don't want – I'd rather not – isn't there some other way?'

'Your bedroom, Crystal!' was the Queen's only response as she arose and took a firm grip on her reluctant daughter's wrist. She led Crystal through the astonished and amused courtiers, out of the Throne Room and up the stairs. By which time, Crystal's cheeks were crimson with embarrassment.

'You can't be serious, Mother!' protested Crystal as they entered her bedroom. 'I – I haven't done anything to be punished for.'

'That has nothing to do with it,' said the Queen, opening a drawer and producing a formidable three-tailed leather tawse. 'Being a member of a Royal family means one must sometimes make sacrifices for the good of the people. Bend over!'

Taking up an all-too-familiar position over the end of the bed, Crystal grumbled, 'That's all very well – but it's my bum that's going to be sacrificed!'

'Don't whine, Crystal,' said her mother, briskly turning up the princess' skirts waist-high to reveal very shapely legs clad in the sheerest silk, and charmingly dainty white lace-trimmed knickers. 'You haven't had a real leathering for nearly six months, so you're overdue for one anyway.'

She deftly drew the knickers down to the stocking tops, feeling a maternal satisfaction at the sight of Crystal's plump, bare, cream-skinned bottom. 'I'm afraid I've been neglecting you, Crystal,' she said, giving an affectionate pat to those tempting curves. 'I'll try to make up for that.'

She stepped back, raised the tawse and brought it down hard.

'Ow!' yelled Crystal, with a convulsive jerk, as she felt the agonising sting of tough leather across her sensitive buttocks.

The tawse swung down again. 'Ooooh!' And again. And again.

'The handkerchief!' wailed Crystal, squirming wildly as her tender bottom burned. 'Let me wipe my eyes and then you can stop!'

'Master Erasmus did say soundly whipped,' said her mother somewhat breathlessly. 'I think another six should do it.'

'Oh no, Mother, please!'

'Oh yes, Crystal!' said the Queen.

Whack! 'Aaahoww!'

Below, in the Throne Room, the courtiers waited in attentive silence. Although the bedroom was some distance away the sound of Crystal's tearful lamentations reached them quite distinctly. Cautious glances of satisfaction were exchanged between those who had often found the Princess over-haughty and inclined to insist on the dignity of her exalted rank. Much tingling excitement was felt all round at the sounds of the tawse striking her bottom.

Eventually the Queen reappeared, holding a handkerchief which was not merely stained but saturated with Crystal's heartfelt tears. She handed it to her husband.

'Give this to Sir Bevis,' she suggested. 'He's supposed to be rather good with dragons and I'm tired of having him hanging round the palace and seducing the serving wenches.'

After Sir Bevis had ridden off on his big white charger with the handkerchief tied to his lance the courtiers, with a slight sense of anti-climax, settled down to wait for news. Princess Crystal emerged from her bedroom, very red about the eyes and unusually subdued, and sent a smirking page to hunt out the plumpest, softest cushion in the palace.

Will Sir Bevis slay the dragon. We'll find out next week.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 25, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 24

How long does the sting from a spanking last?

Simon: Over the 40+ years I've been receiving punishments I've noticed that not only has my tolerance improvedm but the time I feel the sting afterwards has decreased considerably. These days it has to be a very severe punishment for the sting to last any time at all which is a shame really. Basically for the sting to last more than an hour or so it has to be either a very long punishment or an exceptionally hard one. A heavy cane or paddle will do the trick At the moment I can feel the sting from recent punishments but that's only because I received 4 canings and 2 severe paddlings over two days.

Anon 1: Since my wife has started using a Bath Brush, the stinging last a long time. Still spanked over her lap, but that longer handle sure provides her with a harder spank. But the reason why I'm getting a spanking will determine how long it will last. I'm also louder than before.

 Wendel: The belt has a heck of a sting and the welts are quite painful. I am sore for a few hours. Still the longest lasting effects comes when the Misses paddles my backend before leaving for a girls night out evening. She paddles long and hard so that I behave while she is out. My bottom is still a little sore in the morning.

Roz: It depends on a number of factors, such as implements used, duration and intensity of the spanking. The wooden spoon and leather paddle definitely leave a lasting sting.

Yorkie: I find lately that the sting doesn’t last as long as it used to and I’m quite sure she is far more “effective” than she used to be, even though our play is far less frequent these days.

Barrel: My sting does relate to the implement used, with her hair brush, hard plastic paddle, strap, tawse and cane in increasing order of intensity. I feel the effects for several hours, however last week’s strapping I felt for two days. Interestingly, after an extended session, I usually have an itching that will last for three or four days. But her thin delrin cane will be felt for a week and seen for several.

Bonnie: As the others said, it really depends. I will differentiate sting, which is a sharp discomfort located at or near the surface of the skin, from ache, which is a deeper, duller, and longer lasting pain. The former can be generated by almost any implement while the latter is primarily attributable to heavy implements like a paddle or a solid brush.

With this distinction in mind, I find that genuine sting lasts only a short time, perhaps an hour or less. Ache, when it happens, is that subtle reminder I get when sitting the next day. "Ow, I got a spanking!" my mind exclaims as my hand involuntarily reaches for the source of the trouble. This ache often lasts longer than than any marks.

I have developed a decent level of tolerance thanks to my dear husband's punctual attention. I don't think the duration of the sting has changed much over the years.

Alan: It is a combination of instrument used,position ordered and duration of the spanking. Bent over the sink or over the bed for the bath-brush lasts longest and is the most punishing unless very brief. OTK with an ordinary hairbrush probably produces less sting or the memory lasts for a shorter period (although OTK can be very effective for other reasons). For me the physical impact of being spanked has increased overall, probably as a result of her growing confidence and skill - and the fact that the bath-brush has become her go to disciplinary tool.

Prefectdt: I'm might not be understanding the question correctly but what I would count as "Sting" will be gone in minutes. But muscle ache usually lasts a lot longer. The more severe the instrument used and how hard it is applies dictates how long this lasts. For examples the ache from a flogging can be gone before the hour is out where as the ache from a hard wood paddling can last for four or five days. I think it depends on how deep the muscle trauma goes.

Peter: My wife changes instruments often. A caning is always the most painful to me. We have a friend who is a dominant and from time to time she invites him in to give me a reminder. His sessions are always longer and harder. The last time  was about 10 weeks ago. He used both a leather strop and then followed it with a caning. I had a sore bottom for almost a week and bruises for longer.

Anon 2: My wife learned that a spanking is much more lasting if one does not have an erection. She will either address it herself, or I will. The spanking really stings and hurts longer than if I had kept the erection, even though it goes away. This as my wife states that spankings are not sexual.

Kiwigirliegirl: For me, it depends on duration, bare skin or clothed, implement or hand...but more importantly the length of time between spankings, and how I am feeling emotionally at the time. Belligerent, regretful, worried, annoyed, angered, accepting, guilty—different emotions can give me different results.

Hermione: When we first started spanking, I would often feel the ouch the next day, and maybe a day after that too. But as time went by, my bottom toughened and now I barely feel anything minutes after it is over. The exception is the dressage whip. I will feel the pain of the wrapping on my right hip the next day. My bottom usually stays red for at least 24 hours, no matter what implement is used.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #306

Black Friday is almost upon us. Are your credit cards ready for the shopping extravaganza? Be on the lookout for wooden spoons at discount prices, or a special buy one, get one free offer on leather belts. Thinking about spanking implements leads us nicely into today's discussion topic.

How long does the sting last after a spanking? Has the average length of time changed for you over the years? Do the after effects last longer when certain implements have been used?

Inquiring minds want to know, so please leave your response as a comment. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has spoken.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

From the Top Shelf - Spanking Safari

Our friend and regular reader, Boru, sent me this story, and I was delighted with it. He describes a spanking that occurs in unusual circumstances. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

I run a small safari company, based in the North of Botswana, catering to those visitors wanting something a little different to the normal packaged safaris. Rather than booking them into lodges and going to all the popular places, I try to get away from the other tourists and go into wilder places with no infrastructure. There are still plenty of places that are not proclaimed reserves, have very few inhabitants and still have all the same wildlife as the popular areas. Of course, this means we bush camp, carrying all our supplies with us, to be self sufficient. There’s no water, sewage, or electricity where we go.

We carry all the water and food we need for about a week, as well as beer, wine, soft drinks and other similar to taste. This varies, of course, depending on the visitors, I stock up with their preferences.

Since we bush camp, we are not restricted in where we go, or where we camp. We do not create new tracks though, as we are conscious of the environment and track pollution is one of the worst kind inflicted on our beautiful wild country. It does allow us to pick and choose our camp sites, but that also entails extra responsibility in leaving them as wild and clean as we found them. It also means that we never have fences around our camp, so the wildlife is free to roam where it likes, making for some interesting night time visitors on occasion!

Every day is a game drive, even getting from one place to another, the wildlife is so abundant. We often encounter elephants on the road, even the main tar roads.

I have a few favourite places, of course and an understanding with the local chief in each place, where I can camp and where we will be quite alone. Over the years, we have always left our camps as they should be left, so mutual trust has been established over time. We dig our own latrines, each covering over with a light topping of sand ready for the next needy user. When we leave, we fill it in completely, of course. All rubbish is kept inside the vehicle, so that hungry wildlife is not attracted to the camp, for our comfort, as well as those who follow after us. We take all rubbish back to the town for disposal at a municipal dump, of course.

We take enough water for washing up and making coffee, tea, etc., but also take enough for a brief shower now and then. In the very dry climate, you can do without a shower for a day or two, but then everyone needs the feeling of getting really clean, especially the girls. I have a portable shower unit, with a 12V electric pump, that I can hang on the back of the Land Rover, or a tree branch if there’s tall enough trees around. Plus a shower tent that I can erect around it for modesty, although it’s very cramped.

One trip, a couple of months ago turned a bit more interesting than normal, when I had a booking from a couple of girls that had been on a few other previous trips. One, Susan, was from England and the other, Lisa, is almost a local, coming from Durban. Now we normally only accept minimum groups of four people, as the costs do not justify going with smaller groups and this time, we had no other bookings for that month, so we would have to ask them to postpone to another time. However, these two girls both appealed to us to keep the bookings, as they had no other opportunity for a bush trip again for a few years and had difficulty arranging another date, due to work demands. They had become friends on previous trips and had kept in touch, carefully arranging everything so they could be on a trip at the same time. Neither wanted to book with strangers entirely and on their first trip, when they met, they had each been with boyfriends, but were currently without partners, so wanted the safety in numbers. Unknown to me, Pat, my office manager and trip cook, took pity on them and confirmed the trip was on, hoping, she told me later, to get another two or three people booked up before we were due to collect them all from the airport. I told her not to ask for the full payment, (they had already paid deposits) and to tell them the trip was off, with their deposits being valid for another trip, when they could arrange it.

Pat once again disobeyed me and accepted their final payments and processed the card transactions, without telling me. I found out in a routine review of deposits, as I was working out cash flow in a quiet month. I called Pat over and asked her what this was about. She stammered a bit and said she really felt sorry for them and they were such nice girls, we really ought to keep the trip on. I was very angry, as it meant a drain on our resources, an unprofitable trip and time away when we could be doing maintenance. I carried on in an angry voice for quite some time, as I got into my stride! Pat looked very repentant and was grimacing a bit, as well as fidgeting nervously. Since there were only three weeks to go, I told her that we would do the trip, as we could not possibly cancel it at this late stage, but that she had better find a couple more guests by the time we leave, or I’d make sure she could not sit comfortably in the Land Rover for the first few days.

Pat twitched and shivered as if I had dropped an ice cube down her back, whilst her eyebrows shot up and she went “Eeek!” and then “Oh no ! you wouldn’t really would you?” plaintively. “Oh yes I would!” Says I and “You’ll find out if we don’t get those extra bookings, won’t you?”

Pat squeaked again and ran back to her desk to get on with it. I had to smile, Pat often hurries, but never runs in the office. We had known each other for several years now and had happily shared my house, as well as various tents on trips. We even had a double sleeping bag, so we were definitely classified locally as common law husband and wife, even to the tax man. Being a small town, everyone else knew too. In that part of the world, wives do expect the husband to be very dominant and the odd bit of CP is heard about, never spoken about openly, but accepted practice. This made me think harder, as I had never thought Pat would want to be spanked as a normal part of her life, although I had once spanked her over my knee, on her bare bum. She had been quite vocal that time, calling me a brute, so I had let that go and never spanked her again, apart from an occasional swat that she giggled over. I had always wondered though, as she had never actually raised the subject again, but had certainly not held a grudge. She had been careful to avoid giving me a reason for a week or so after that spanking though. Ah well, we’re not telepathic. Her reaction that day had me wondering again though, the threat seemed to motivate her quite a lot and there had been no actual protest, just nervous acceptance that it would happen if she didn’t produce.

Three days before departure date and there were no more bookings for that trip. Plenty for subsequent trips, but this one was going to be a loss. Pat asked if I was really going to whack her and I told her, with a grin on my face, that she had better get a suitable strap for a girls’ bottom, from one of the local tradesmen. Pat is 38 years old, but girls are girls. She surprised me by, very nervously, telling me she had already bought one, knowing that more bookings were now highly unlikely! When questioned, she had, apparently, asked the woman who worked in a local shop what to do and had been told that men in this part of the world always have a strap or a cane, that she knew about from first hand experience ! She knew just where to get them and advised on the strap, as it doesn’t leave marks for so long. Pat couldn’t quite keep still, fidgeting with her hands behind her back and from one foot to the other.

I was very taken aback, clearly Pat knew she deserved it and was equally resigned to get it. “Right,” I said “if there’s still no more bookings by the close of business on the day before the trip, you get six of the best over my desk”. “Yes Sir” she said meekly. I dismissed her and found it very difficult to concentrate and avoid a huge grin.

The last day arrived and went quickly, with last minute arrangements and checks, loading the vehicles, etc. By 5 o’clock we were ready and I told Pat to lock up the office and we’d have a beer. Pat did all the usual checks and went over to our small bar and retrieved a couple of cold beers and glasses for us, bringing them over to the central table. I poured them and we clinked glasses taking a swallow. “Right Pat, any extra bookings?” Pat shook her head sadly and went over to her desk, retrieving her strap from the bottom drawer and brought it over, handing it to me quickly, eyes downcast.

It was simple, but appeared to be designed for the job, stiff leather, not heavy, about 600mm long and about 40mm wide. Just right for a bit of office discipline, I thought, not too harsh, but would be memorable and, I thought, fun, at least for me!

I put it down on the table and pulled Pat towards me, undoing her slacks and pulling them down. I told her to step out of them and she put them on the table, turning back to me, holding her hands away from her sides as I pulled her knickers down. She reached down and took them off, blushing mightily. I then told her to bend over my desk, feet apart to shoulder level, elbows on the desk and hold on to the other side, sticking her chest out and her bum up. She did so quickly, without a word.

Pat has marvelous legs and a very sexy bum and I was getting quite aroused by the sight and the immediate obedience. A new chapter in our life seemed about to begin.

I stood to one side and gently ran my hand over her delightfully smooth buttocks, as she tremored slightly, but didn’t move. I raised the strap, and brought it round sharply across the middle of her delightful bum. The sound was quite loud, a really sharp crack and I was worried that I had laid it on too hard. Pat jumped visibly, staying perfectly in position though, so I repeated the same. Pat didn’t jump as much this time, but her bum was already quite red. After the fourth whack, she let out a small squeak, but didn’t move. The last two produced the same little squeak and a slight shift of feet on the last one, but she stayed where she was.

I put down the strap and ran my hand gently both of her cheeks, then down the middle and between her legs, while she wiggled enthusiastically, but not moving out of position. She was definitely aroused! So, indeed, was I. Well that wasn’t the first time we’d ended up cavorting naked around the office and it won’t be the last either. Pat was insatiable and I remarked that a good whacking seemed to do her a lot of good. She grinned coquettishly, blushing and said “Brute!” with a pout. I grinned too and told her the beers were warm. That got me an old fashioned look, but also a cold beer fetched with alacrity, proving that freshly spanked girls are very eager to please too.
Thank you Boru. When is the next safari scheduled to leave?
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 18, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 17

What do women like about F/M stories?

Alan: While there are a minority of women hardwired toward F/M spanking (and that number is possibly increasing among younger women), my impression is that most women come to enjoy and even lust for it after being introduced by a male lover or spouse. In short if a woman is not introduced to F/M by a partner, trying it doesn't occur or appeal to most women. But the experience including the power exchange ( and behavior change where spanking is disciplinary) convinces many women ( not all by any means) that it is something they want to continue.In my first DD relationship my previously vanilla girlfriend often told me she could not be in a relationship with me without that "sanction" which was how she sometimes referred to spanking. My present DD relationship with my wife ( who had earlier been introduced to DD by a male) has followed the same lines with her becoming firmer with her commitment to DD as time goes on. If it appears more women are embracing F/M it is because more are being exposed to it

Roz: My preference is M/F in stories. I don't know why, but it seems sexier to me.

Windy: I am attracted to the husband spanking the wife, but I don't read much spanking fiction because it doesn't appeal to me, for the most part.

However, about once a week, I ask Storm if I can spank him because he makes me mad. (Laughing) His answer is always a big fat NO, as I fully expect. But, I don't truly want to spank him ever. It is M/F for us.

Bonnie: I'm not sure. M/F spanking is what appeals to us, whether in a story or in our own play.

Kanga: Definitely only M/F here, I'm afraid. Whether it's reading, writing or visual.
Glad there are F/M spanko's out there though for those men who need them in their life.

Anon: Maybe it’s a way for the woman to take out her frustrations/irritation/annoyance/anger on the man without going through argument/disagreement/sulking etc. How much simpler to “thrash” (joking) to her heart's content without justification/debate.

My wife says “go upstairs and put your things on (she knows I enjoy being a humiliated cross dresser while she “punishes”me). Ah the joy!

Ronnie: Can't really answer that one. Not sure.

KDPierre: As a male writer of predominantly F/m stories, I have to say that women are not the majority of my readership. Even the comments here tend to support that trend. Most women into TTWD tend to prefer M/f. In fact, I can't think of any mainstream F/m book that anyone has a big female fan base. The LSF is full of stories and has a huge readership of all genders and orientations but I can't say I've ever noticed a preponderance of female F/m fans.

Barrel: I’m not qualified to answer as I’m not a female. But I do know my wife is growing in her enjoyment of our F/m thrashings, partially based on her limited reading on line. She gets satisfaction over the tension I give her...I get emotional, mental and stress relief. Exactly the reason I encourage her for more frequent, longer and harder.

Ps: Sorry I missed LOL. But a year ago, y’all helped me accept who and why we are are the way we are...and now comfortable being a member of this family.

Prefectdt: There is no way that I would speak for women on this subject. I think that this is one for the female side of the population to answer.

Fondles: Not my area of expertise I'm afraid. I personally prefer M/f stories.

Hermione: The anonymous reader who asked what we "girls" like about F/M stories seemed incredulous that female readers were leaving positive comments about The English Governess. I read an excerpt from it many years ago, and finally got around to ordering the book online. I thought it was very hot, although it might not appeal to everyone.

What do I like about the story I published, or FM spanking stories in general? Why, the spanking, of course! Give me a story that includes a bare bottom, a lap and a paddle and I'm happy. The gender of the bottom (or the top) doesn't matter to me. I suppose it goes back to my childhood, when boys were punished physically at school while girls were not. We girls always wondered what went on behind the principal's closed office door.

My readership includes people with a multitude of preferences, and I try to publish a variety of stories that appeal to different subsets of our spanko family. I will continue to do so.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #305

Welcome one and all! I can't tell you how pleased I was to receive so many lovely comments from silent readers as well as regular commenters on Love our Lurkers days. Thanks you to everyone who left a comment. For those of you who were still too shy, don't wait until next year; jump in and participate in today's conversation.

Today's topic came from a question posed by a reader as a comment on one of my recent stories from the top shelf. I will leave it up to you to interpret it in any way you like.

Why do so many women enjoy F/M (female spanking male) stories?

Please leave your response as a comment below. If you haven't contributed to a brunch before, now's your chance! You may remain anonymous. I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has had an opportuntiy to contribute.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 15, 2019

We Love our Lurkers


The day we've been waiting for has finally arrived! It's day one of our annual Love our Lurkers celebration. This is our 14th opportunity to encourage our lurkers out of the shadows.

If you are a silent reader who has never dared to leave a comment, now is your chance. We know you're out there, so don't be shy! You are among friends here. You may remain anonymous if you wish, or use a pen name. What should you say? That's entirely up to you.  "Hello" is fine. I would love to know what country you live in.

If you're a blogger and want to jump in and take part, please leave a comment below so I can link your blog too. It's never too late to join us.

Scroll down to see the list of blogs participating in this year's Love our Lurkers festivities. These bloggers all want to hear from you, so please pay them a visit.


Who's Loving our Lurkers?
James StephensonWhen the Storm Whispers to the Wind
Heart and SoulA Place to Share
Downunder DreamingDaddyCat
Erica ScottCassie's Space
Spanked HorticDevlin O'Neill's Web Log
New BeginningsOur Sweeter Approach to Life
The Continued JourneyOlivia Submits
A Voice in the CornerPervy Fun
Ludwig's Rohrstock-PalastMy Bottom Smarts
Everyday Spankings


From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

It's Almost Time!


Love our Lurkers days are almost here. It's the time when our silent readers are encouraged to come out of hiding and leave a comment. Are you ready? Some of you have already told me you will be joining in LoL days, but if you haven,t, then please let me know by comment or email, so I can add your blog to my LoL post.

Our good friend Enzo has provided two images (one at the top of this post and another at the bottom) that you are welcome to use on your LoL post, if you choose.


The details are:

What is it? Lurkers, anonymous readers, call them what you will. They are the people who read our blogs on a regular or occasional basis, but never leave a comment. On L0L days, we encourage those people to be brave and leave a comment. Most blogs allow commenters to remain anonymous, so they never have to reveal their real identity.

Where is it? It's everywhere, but right here on this blog, I will put up a post and record the links to all bloggers who are participating in LoL Days. If you want to see who has joined in the fun, drop by here and you will see the list. If you are joining in, please leave a comment on my post after you publish yours so that I can include you.

When is it?  Thursday November 14 and Friday, November 15.

What do I have to do? If you are a blogger, publish a post on November 14, encouraging your silent readers to leave a comment. "Love our Lurkers" in the title will be helpful but not compulsory.

What do I say? Some bloggers ask questions for their lurkers to answer. Others have competitions, with a spank for every comment left. Still others only want all their readers to say hello. The important thing is to be friendly and encouraging to readers who might be apprehensive about leaving a comment. Please remember to allow anonymous comments, even if only for a day or two.
 


From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 11, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 10

Before we begin the recap, take two minutes to remember all those who have sacrificed their lives for freedom.



This week we discussed dominance and submission outside of spanking.

Roz: This is a great question! When we had an active dynamic I guess it did flow into other areas of life in the sense that I deferred the ultimate final decision making to Rick, and these decisions were nearly always around other areas of life. This may sound contradictory to my previous comment, but having an active dynamic also gave me more confidence in other areas of life.

In addition to the above, permissions were at one time required to do certain activities in the vanilla world.

Wendel: I don’t think we do anything different during the day as a result of spanking each other.

Yorkie: I can only think of the closeness, the feeling of connection and downright honesty that naturally flows on from our spanking activities. Because it is a desire of mine for her, and her alone, to spank me and share this desire with, there is nothing more to give, no other secret or layer to discover - it is me, all of me, everything.

Because of this, we love it when we can connect with deep, honest conversation. It enriches our physical relationship and the spanking and on it goes...

Jack: I feel it is a part of our life, does not carry over, it is our relationship.

Barrel: I find as I age and inch ever closer to retirement, I am growing more submissive to my wife. Maybe my alpha male gas tank is running out of gas? Yet I find not only enjoyment but comfort and contentment in where I am heading. Life is really good right now.

Bernie: I am totally submissive to my wife, when it comes to our spanking relationship. I find the submissiveness gives peace and joy. I also deeply appreciate the pain she inflicts out and the aftermath.

This doesn't extend to other parts of our relationship. We are quite the equals in the rest of our lives.

Joe: We are equals inmost aspects of our lives. My spankings are not punishment but by my request, sometimes very sensual sometimes very hard but always loving. Spanking for me is a great stress relief a big sign of her love that she is willing to do it for me.

Prefectdt: My submissiveness only seems to surface when I am playing. In vanilla life I am not submissive at all.

Anon: Virtually none. Maybe we're more attentive to each other because of the closeness that spanking brings out.

Rosco: I massage Irene’s feet, wash her lingerie and serve in whatever other ways she asks. But only for a few hours each week.

Most of the time we cooperate as equals and squabble a little.

I work in a political job that sometimes requires being more aggressive than I like, but I’m always respectful.

Hermione: While we both have our individual responsibilities and areas of expertise (Ron knows all about the furnace and air conditioner, while I am the computer expert) I generally submit to Ron's decisions. I get satisfaction from submitting to his requests, whether big or small. In other areas of my life I am naturally submissive too.I am uncomfortable in a leadership role.

Willie: Sorry I'm late to the party. We live a 24/7 D/s lifestyle ( well as close to it as we can at least) so perhaps we are different in that way compared to some. The erotic nature of spankings comes FROM the Dominance and Submission before and after the spanking. In essence the spankings, while useful as one of the most overt examples of D/s, is not the main event. Without feeling his dominance before the spankings feel hollow.

After a spanking, (ideally) I am feeling very submissive and if his dominance does not continue, or he has to leave for work, I feel like he has opened the door to my submission and I have no where to put it. So to sum it all up, it is VERY important and is a key factor in our lives.

Thank you all for this discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #304

It's time for brunch, and our topic for today comes from our dear friend Bonnie's archive.

To what degree does the submissiveness (or dominance) associated with spanking carry over into the rest of your life?

I'd love to hear from you, so please leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has spoken, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart