Complete the Caption

This couple is engaged in our favourite aerobic activity and both seem to be enjoying it. But that's a rather unusual implement he's wielding. Can you explain his choice?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and I will publish your suggestions on Saturday. Thank you, Sir Wendel Jones, for the cartoon. Keep 'em coming!

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Chrissy

We are back at the paddling booth today. As you may recall, a paddling booth was set up at the county fair to raise money for charity. Four pairs of fraternity and sorority members were going to paddle and be paddled, as is the custom in those organizations. Last week, Barry was the unfortunate victim, and today it's Chrissy's turn.

Two young middle aged looking couples strode up as Gary and Chrissy carried on an animated conversation. Chrissy found herself warming up to the handsome senior. Gary noticed them.

"Hi, folks, welcome to the paddling booth. Care to make a donation?" Gary smiled and patted his palm with the paddle.

The couples regarded Chrissy in her skimpy outfit with looks of interest.

"Whoa, Carla," said one of the women, "look at her outfit. A bit short, don't you think?" This last question was obviously directed to Chrissy

"Oh, this?" asked Chrissy, "it's my cheerleader outfit--for the college...you know...rah, rah, rah?" And she gave a little wiggle.

With a broad smile one of the men laughed, "Perhaps she should be taught a little modesty." He pulled out his wallet. "I always thought those cute cheerleaders in school deserved a good spanking. What you say we all pony up. I'm in for $20."

"Ok, Jim. You got it. Carla and I will go $25," said the other man.

"Wow, 45 bucks," said Gary. "That's great, folks."

Chrissy was busy doing the math in her head. Yikes! That was 10 swats.

"Now this is real, right?" asked the woman named Carla. "Not little love taps or anything?"

"Absolutely," assured Gary. "Just like initiation night. Nothing held back. Well laid on, as they say." He swooshed his paddle through the air for emphasis. Chrissy cringed. Yikes!

"Well, ok," said the other woman, "sounds like fun--oh except for you, honey." All four of them laughed.

"C'mon, Ray, give him the money. I want to see this."

The men were clearly enjoying ogling Chrissy in the brief cheerleader outfit and the women wore hard looking smiles.

"Ok, folks, step right this way." Gary gestured for Chrissy to lead the troop into the tent.

"I always thought cheerleaders were snooty and too big for their britches," said Carla to her friend. "I know what you mean," said her companion. "Looks like this one's britches are going to be warmed up."

When they had assembled in the interior of the tent, Gary motioned for Chrissy to approach. "Ok, Chrissy, time for your paddling. Bend over hands on your knees. Stick that cute butt right out."

Chrissy nervously bent over. This was it! she thought. How embarrassing to be bent over for a paddling in front of four strangers. As she bent over her little skirt rode up, but not quite enough. Gary took the blade of the paddle and flipped it up onto her back.

One of the men jabbed his buddy in the ribs as Chrissy's adorable ass was unveiled. The brief green panties stretched and rode up into her bottom crease in her bent over posture, baring the lower parts of her cheeks. Chrissy had athletic legs and a well formed derriere. The presentation of the chubby bottom cheeks seemed to beg for some well placed swats.

At least this was what Gary was thinking as he tapped the resilient chubs with the paddle. What a cute ass, he thought. Chrissy gave a little flinch when she felt Gary rubbing the wood in slow circles on her ass.

"It's 10 licks, Chrissy. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes," stammered the luckless pledge.

Gary drew back and swung in an easy arc. The paddle connected solidly with Chrissy's bottom and made a loud crack! The cheeks of Chrissy's bottom flattened with the impact, then sprang back into shape.

"Oooh," gasped Chrissy. That had hurt.

Crack! Another solid swat made her cheeks wobble.

Chrissy waited nervously. There was a pause as Gary patted and rubbed the paddle across the seat of her thin panties. Smack! Crack! Whack! Gary gave her three swats right in a row that made her rise up on her toes and do a little dance.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she cried. God! that had stung like blazes.

"Stay down, stay down," cautioned Gary. And he gently pressed her back with the paddle. "We wouldn't want extras for getting up now, would we?" He gave the enthralled quartet a broad wink. They grinned and nudged each other in the ribs.

"Oh oh, but it stung." Chrissy protested.

"You got to grin and bear it, honey," laughed one of the women.

"But it really hurts..."

"I know Chrissy, but hold on. Here comes three more..."

Gary drew back and landed another trio of fast hard shots right across the crowns of Chrissy's delectable buttocks making the plump cheeks quiver.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" shrieked Chrissy as the swats burned her bouncing bottom. She started to rise but Gary put his hand on her back and whispered, "Just two more. Be a brave girl, ok?"

Chrissy sniffled and nodded. Wow! It hurt!

Gary took his stance again and carefully measured the distance. Crack! She felt like her bottom was on fire. Oh, ow, ow, she thought.

"I think she felt that," said Carla to her friend who nodded in agreement.

Last one thought Chrissy. Thank God. Whack! "Ouch!" bleated Chrissy. That last one really got to her. It almost felt like she would cry.

"Ok, Chrissy, you can get up now."

She rose and rubbed her butt, grateful that it was over. She didn't care who was watching as she did a little dance, hopping from foot to foot.

The foursome chuckled and commented on Gary's prowess with the paddle and Chrissy's cute reactions.

"Sure lit a fire in her tail," ventured Jim. "That's one cheerleader who'll be eating off the mantle at the sorority house tonight," laughed Jim's wife. "Say, your panties could use some dusting off, dear," said Jim with a grin.

"Oh! Don't you dare!"

But she squealed, half laughing as Jim gave her a hearty wallop on the seat of her thin stirrup pants. Kidding and joking, the group said goodbye and moved on.

"Are you Ok?" asked Gary.

"Wow!" said Chrissy, still rubbing her delectable hiney. "That really stung! But, yeah, I'm ok."

"Good girl," said Gary. "We did good. That was a lot of money. You are not only cute, you're brave." And he gave her a big smile.

Chrissy's stomach gave a little flip flop. The handsome senior liked her. Gary's undisguised interest coupled with the heat in her fanny added to his command of her during the paddling made her feel all squishy inside--like he could do anything he wanted with her. With a slowly building wetness in her lower regions she followed him back out front.

Did you notice all the different words Rollin used to describe Chrissy's backside? What a creative writer!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 24

How do you get in the mood for a spanking?

Anon: Wake up!

Bernie: A few texts or carefully guarded conversations usually set the stage.

Rosco: We are often busy in the morning even if it is in the back of our minds.

Sometimes Irene will call me at work and ask about my behavior - if I have been following her rules etc. Once, when I was working at a larger place and had my door open, I answered on speaker phone and she said the S word plenty loudly. There was one office mate who might well have heard, but she would have likely kept it to herself.

Sometimes I will deliberately be just a little bratty. And sometimes I will get down on the floor and rub her feet.

Joe: I will ask for or she will tell me I am getting one, simple.

Roz: This is a great question. It depends on the type of spanking. We used to do role affirmation spankings, I can't say I was often in the mood, at least going into those spankings. If a fun spanking, sometimes it would be spontaneous so no getting in the mood beforehand as such. Otherwise, flirting, suggestive comments and maybe a bit of cheekiness on my part :)

QBuzz: If we need to get un the mood then dressing up in uniforms or just nice clothes usually does the trick!

Shell: Usually, all it takes is for Matt to use a certain tone of voice or maybe just silently use his finger to call me to him. It really doesn't take much to put me in the mood for any kind of spanking.

Yorkie: Oh, I’m ALWAYS in the mood for a spanking! My wife needs a bit of notice to get in the mood, nothing specific, just a bit of time.

Barrel: Almost nothing is needed although she will drop a few hints when she is planning to spank me.

When we plan a long and stern thrashing, I am required to wear hose and a plug to work, we go to a romantic lunch spot where she will describe her plan to punish me. She applies clips when we get home. I am required to lay out the implements she will use and prepare the 6 restraints for the bench at the bottom of our bed. When the preparations are completed, we enjoy a glass of very good Chardonnay. We don’t move back to the bedroom until I take her hand, look her in the eye and ask her to punish me.

Hermione: Since ours are regularly scheduled, I have seven days to get in the mood. Especially on "the day" I spend a lot of time thinking about what will happen at 4:00 pm.

Just reading your responses has put me in the mood!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #267

Welcome! It's always fun to see all of my good friends here for brunch. Today's question is one that Bonnie asked way back in 2007, and I thought it was high time to revisit it.

What do you and/or your partner do to get in the mood for spanking?

If you would like to share your thoughts, please leave a comment below. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had the opportunity to weigh in.

Friday FAIL

Most of us do our best when working on a task, right? But then there are some who just don't care about the results. they just want to put in their hours then go home or to the pub. That's the only way to explain these major screwups.

 Legroom, anyone?

 The escalator to nowhere

 Cute balconies, but I wouldn't want to risk my life getting onto one.

 Let's hope there's no fire in this stairwell

 Peek-a-boo, I see you!

We've got the accessibility ramp, but where's the building? Hint: Turn around.

Paddlings all around, right?

Have you ever...

Brand-new blogger Shell created a meme that I know you will all want to try. Thank you PK for sharing your version of it.

Have you ever...

Had one of your kids unknowingly pick up or use one of your implements?
I don't have any kids, and when the  grandchildren come to visit, all implements are safely out of sight.

Hidden an implement?
I once bought a red stocking with 12 different implements in a post-Christmas clearance sale at Cane-iac. A few are simply too severe for use, and I don't know how to dispose of them. They are hidden at the bottom of a drawer.

Had an uninvited audience for a spanking?
Only the dogs.

Had an implement break while being in use?
Yes. Wooden spoons seem especially prone to mishap. Isn't it lucky that leather never breaks?

Stood up or walked out from a spanking?
Never. Why would I?

Purchased an implement yourself...for yourself?
I make all the implement purchases, although sometimes Ron points out something like a bath brush or spatula when we are out shopping.

Had a session where all the implements were used?
We have far too many implements for that. It would take hours and my bottom would be too numb to enjoy it.

Had to explain "weird noises" coming from your bedroom?
Not that I can recall. We are the only two in the house.

Been spanked outside of the comfort of your four walls?
Yes, in a borrowed apartment.

Spanked your significant other?
No. I once asked Ron if he wanted me to spank him and her replied, "you are the spankee; I'm the spanker."
Been spanked in a hotel room/resort?
No, but it sounds like fun.

Been spanked with your own belt?
No. My belt has little metal dogs on it and that would be dangerous. I bought a belt at a thrift shop for the purpose.

That was fun! Please feel free to share this one with your friends.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 17

Our discussion of Valentine's Day celebrations went like this:

Roz: No Valentine's day spanking here. We had a nice lunch out, we don't usually make a big deal of Valentine's day itself. Valentine's is everyday :)

NoraJean: We had a great Valentine's Day ... much fun was had by both of us ... so much so I had to post about it here.

Anna: Peter arranged a lovely dinner at my favorite spot. Candle lit tables and a violinist playing
softly in the background.At home later a beautiful diamond choker for me. I was done in. I gave him what he loves most. I put on my leather corset, short leather skirt and thigh high boots, with 5 inch heels. He loves the outfit and of course I carried a small leather paddle. I gave him a sterling silver choker that has a small padlock attached. I kept the key! Used the paddle till I saw tears and then we had great hot nasty sex!

Perfect for our wedding anniversary.

Rosco: Valentines Day came about for Irene and me after a bit of conflicts in our schedule. Then we remembered that we had tickets to the Vagina Monologues, so I slipped out of work and came home mid afternoon.

The “date” (as we call it) proceeded as it often does, but with more intensity than usual. Irene instructed me to open her box and get out certain implements (our kids are grown, but still come around sometimes). I got out some scarves, a riding crop and leather strap and leather handcuffs etc. Irene tied me to the bed, and whipped me soundly, extracting various confessions. She stuffed panties in my mouth, and left me to contemplate my misbehavior.

She then returned and gave me a second whipping/spanking (the leather strap is somewhere between the two). She left me again as she took a shower. She came back and sat on top, aggressively demanding reverse cowgirl cunnlingus. After she came, she caught her breath then fucked my lights out. Sometimes it’s like the most intense ever and this was one of those times.

It was hard to be motivated to go out after but the Vagina Monologues was really good - even if my bottom was rather tender in the hard chair.

Sir Wendel: I always give the Misses candy and flowers. She always spanks me with the paddle to show her love for me.

QBuzz: Nothing too exotic, just dinner and gifts followed by a good-old fashioned shag with lots of spanking (of her) :D

Jack: Was not a good week for me, my wife was upset, we planned on going out to our favorite place. We did go, but she addressed my attitude first. Squirming at dinner was not my way to celebrate Valentines Day. She enjoyed it.

Ronnie: A spanking then a lovely dinner cooked by P. Delicious.

Hermione: We started the day with an exchange of valentine cards and gifts - mine was a lovely bracelet. As a result of our typical Canadian weather, we spent much of the day digging out from the latest snowstorm. That put our lunch out on hold. But we enjoyed a romantic evening with cheese fondue, red wine, and some spanky fun to cap off the day.

Romance is still alive and well in blogland!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #266

Welcome to our weekly spanking discussion. Love was in the air this week as we celebrated Valentine's Day in various ways. So how did you celebrate this traditional occasion?

Did you do anything special that involved spanking? Was it planned or spontaneous? Was it something you had done before, or was it the first time?

Please leave your reply as a comment and I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to join the conversation. Don't be shy; if you have something to say, go ahead. You may remain anonymous if you wish.

Friday FUN

For Christmas my neighbour gave me a soft, furry blanket as a thank you for all the little things I do for her all year. It's big enough to cover an easy chair, and one of the dogs snuggles beside me when I read, enjoying the coziness and warmth. But it seems that the big white labels of washing instructions and fibre content always end up on the corner of the blanket right beside my book, so I snipped them off. How silly to say "Do not bleach or iron"! Who would bleach a brown blanket, or try to iron faux fur?

Here are some very creative garment labels for your enjoyment:

Happy Friday!

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Barry

Last week we began a new story from Rollin Hand's Tales from a Switch. As you may recall, a paddling booth was set up at the county fair to raise money for charity. Four pairs of fraternity and sorority members were going to paddle and be paddled, as is the custom in those organizations. If you would like to refresh your memory, read it again here. For those of you who guessed that Barry would be the first victim, you were right!

BARRY

As the woman in the flower print dress drew nearer, Barry tried averting his eyes, but it was too late.

"Barry Wilson, that is you, isn't it?"

"Oh, er, hi Mrs Hinckly," said Barry with mock cheerfulness.

Turning to Mary Ann she said, "You know, he was the naughtiest one in the whole 8th grade, weren't you Barry? I should have given your naughty bottom a good spanking back then, but they wouldn't let us." Barry gave her a hapless grin. Mary Ann saw a chance to get a donation.

"Well, then why don't you let me give this naughty boy his long overdue comeuppance then? Donate $10 and we'll take Barry in back and give him three paddle swats good and hard. Only $5 apiece for extras."

"Why that's a grand idea," exclaimed Mrs Hinckly. "I always thought Barry could have used a good spanking. Better late than never I say," said the spinsterish woman, fumbling in her purse for the money. "Here's twenty five dollars. It's all for charity, right?"

"Every bit," said Mary Ann with a big grin. Wow-- $25 and they had just opened. "Let's go Barry," she said with a laugh, "time for that trip to the principal's office you never got to take." This last comment was accompanied with a broad wink directed at Mrs Hinckly who smiled with pleasure. Barry blushed and gave her a weak smile.

When they had closed the curtain, Mary Ann took charge.

"Ok, Barry, stand here," she said motioning to a spot in the center of the tent. "Now bend over, hands on your knees." Barry blushed at having to assume the juvenile posture in front of the two women, but he did as he was told. "That's right, Barry, stick it out," she said as Barry bent over, his ass straining the seams of the already tight shorts. Hmmm...cute chubby cheeks, thought Mary Ann as she tapped his
seat with the paddle. This was going to be fun.

"Now Barry," said Mary Ann, rubbing the paddle across his butt in slow circular arcs, "you keep count, Ok?" This question produced a muffled response. "Was that a yes, Barry? Good boy." Then she looked up at Mrs Hinckly. "What do you think, should I give this bad boy his spanking?" Mrs Hinckly just beamed. After all these years the little brat was going to get it. Mary Ann drew back her arm and brought the paddle down with a loud whoosh...Crack!

"Ahh," grunted Barry. "One." Jeez that stung, he thought. She can hit hard for a girl.

Whack! "Oww. Two." Mary Ann smiled at Mrs Hinckly. She patted the proffered cheeks and drew back again. She pivoted and swung through with a smooth forehand.

Crack! "Three," squeaked Barry. Damn! It burned. Hot. Hot. Hot.

Mary Ann took her time and tapped Barry's bottom, like she was looking for the right spot. Barry flinched. This hurt like fire.

Whack! Hardest one yet--right on the crowns of his buttocks. A sizzler.

"Yeoww. Uh, four," managed Barry.

No, no, no, thought Barry. Don’t crynow! His eyes were welling up. This stung atrociously in the tight spandex biker shorts--and all he had on underneath was a jock. He'd had no idea girls could hit so hard.

"Last one Barry. Ready?" Barry grunted in assent. Mary Ann wound up and delivered a blistering Whack! to the Barry's bottom that sounded like a firecracker.

"Yah....ow...five," sang out Barry.

"Bravo!" Exclaimed Mrs Hinckly, clapping. "Very good."

Barry rose, rubbing his buttocks and grimacing.

"Wait a minute," said Mrs Hinckly, reaching into her purse, "I think he could use a few more." After all these years, she couldn't believe how positively satisfying this was--to finally see Barry the brat get his seat well roasted.

Barry gulped, panicked now. His ass was flaming hot. Mary Ann had really paddled him hard--just as hard, in fact, as he got it in pledge meetings from the upperclassmen. He didn't know how he could take any more.

"Well, thank, you, ma'am," said Mary Ann as Mrs Hinckly handed her a $20.

"Well Barry, back over you go and hang on tight. Here we go, four real stingers." And she winked at Mrs Hinckly as she drew back her paddle.

Barry cringed, "b-but...please, I..".

Mary Ann put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. "Barry! I'm surprised-- a big guy like you...now bend over and stick your fanny out." Barry groaned inwardly but assumed the shameful position.

Mary Ann was going to make Barry pay for his reluctance to obey her. With a grim look she cocked her arm at shoulder level.

Crack! "Ow!" yelled Barry. Mary Ann's swat landed right across the fattest part of his behind. That was the hardest one yet and he lurched forward a little.

"I think you should say 'thank you ma'am' after each one, Barry." Mary Ann grinned at Mrs Hinckley and she nodded with approval.

Miserably, from his bent-over position Barry repeated the shameful mantra. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

Crack!

"Ah...ow...thank you ma'am."

Mary Ann patted Barry's butt and drew the paddle back again. Smack!

"Yeow...ah, thank you ma'am."

Mary Ann measured the distance for the last one. Her backswing with the paddle was shoulder high and she pivoted through, sweeping the paddle in a graceful arc.

Splatt! The paddle connected with Barry's bottom solidly. The cheeks rippled. "Oh..ow...yike!" squealed Barry.

"What do you say, Barry?" said a satisfied Mary Ann.

"T-thank you ma'am," choked Barry.

Oh, please, I'm not going to cry. But he could sense tears coming, it hurt so bad. He rose and massaged his tender sit spot. Mrs Hinckly took it all in with approval. Many was the time that she had wished that she could have just tipped young Barry over her knee, yanked down his pants and blistered his little behind.

"Well, Barry, I'm glad to see you finally got your comeuppance, you rascal, you. This has definitely made my day. Young lady," she said to Mary Ann, "you really know how to swing a paddle."

"Well, thank you," said Mary Ann, as Mrs Hinckly departed.

"And good job, Barry. Now let's get back out front and make some more, what do you say?"

"Ah, sure, Mary Ann," said Barry still rubbing. Wow! That stung like hell fire. Barry didn't know if he could take any more customers like that one.

I have a feeling it's going to be a long day! Now, who will be next?

House for Sale, Dungeon Included

Check out this house for sale in Philadelphia.

I would say it's move-in ready!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 10

What are your thoughts on full-coverage granny panties for spanking?

NoraJean: I'm married to Frank ... aka Mr Lingerie Man ... anything 'under' related is a go ... lol!

Shell: I'm glad I get to come after NJ.....because ever since I introduced my Matt to her Frank's rule about what goes underneath, Matt takes that same approach. Granny panties?? I don't think I own any now! At least he's not put any out for quite awhile. So, I think I can conclude -- he's not a fan. (And really I'm not either. ) I know I've not worn any in quite awhile. LOL (NJ, make sure to thank your Frank for me. LOL)

Bernie: Thongs, yes! Granny panties, no! Anything in between is just fine with me.

I actually think that a little more coverage is more alluring. But, please, don't remind me of elderly English women changing on the beach on the Costa del Sol.

Happiness to all of you. And good spankings to all!

Roz: I usually avoid granny panties in favour of a pair of nice low cut briefs, that includes day to day wear. Having said that though, I don't think granny panties would phase Rick at all lol.

Windy: As the result of Meredith's "Pretty panties" comments on her blog and NJ's buying panties she thinks Frank will like, I no longer own granny panties. I do have sports ones that I wear, but they're low cut like Roz said. I have some very nice daily ones in a variety of colors, bikini cut that Storm enjoys seeing me wear. Sometimes I will ask him to pick a color; it's usually a pretty peach or a mint green and they're slightly sheer.

J. Stern: Advice to husbands: If you are not satisfied with the general behavior of your wife since some time, make her wear granny panties (open-worked or see-thru) under a rather short skirt. Take care, to add to her apprehension and shame, that the panties have a little hole at a sensible place, indicating her negligence in the maintenance of her underwear. Take her for a walk on the side of a subway grating. Keep her hand tightened in yours when the warm air lifts her skirt. To vary you can ask her to remove her panties and redo a passage.

Loki Darksong: I have no problem with the so-called granny panties. They have a elegant charm to them that thongs and g-strings cannot compete with. Especially in the full regalia of garter belt and stockings. Or if just a oversized shirt or t-shirt is worn with them alone.

Giving a woman a spanking or a caning or a strapping or a paddling over them has a certain satisfaction that comes when you shift to the next stage and pull them down to fully expose her backside. It is the equal of unwrapping a present for both your pleasure.

Rick: I prefer to see girls in regular panties, as it lends an air of innocence and propriety which in turn, at least in my eyes, dramatically increases my sexual desire. Now add satin material, some feminine lace or ruffles, combine with a soft pastel color, particularly pink, toss in a good over the knee spanking, and my "apparatus" will become a virtual volcano!!

Amy: Eric is a big fan of a simple black thong during a spanking, or any other time for that matter. I do have a red pair of boy's shorts he's spanked me in a time or two but they seem to end up on the floor rather quick and then I'm just bare over his knee.

Sir Wendel: Does not really matter. Panties come down for a spanking anyway.

Ronnie: When I hear Granny knickers I always think of large white plain cotton ones. I do have a couple of pairs of full fitting knickers, black and silky, definitely not Granny ones and P loves them.

Yorkie: Er, I'm spanked bare bottom. Akways. No undies, espicially ladies undies.

Hermione: Ron doesn't much mind what I have on; it comes off very quickly!

Thank you all for your revealing comments!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #265

Welcome one and all to our weekend discussion. Three months ago we discussed what effect wearing thong underwear had on spanking. Our friend and sometime contributor A.J. suggested repeating the question but with a different item of clothing; one that is the opposite of a thong. That item is a full brief, sometimes referred to as "Granny panties" because of their all-covering and old-fashioned nature. So here goes:

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

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

You Completed the Caption

Anon 1: Which one do you prefer, dear, this is shorter, don't look so serious, you know you enjoy spanking me. This will be easier to remove my panties.

Anon 2: Is this skimpy enough dear, since you seem to think I'm just the maid. Answering the door is sure going to be fun. Honey you would not! Oh yes Dear I would.

Katie: Barbara could not seem to grab the attention of her man. She decided to prance around half dressed, and ask his opinion about which maid's uniform to wear. Bill dropped his paper, couldn't take his eyes off of her, since when did she own that kind of attire? He whisked her into the bedroom.

Ronnie: You bought two. We will see which one goes back after I've spanked you.

QBuzz: Well you did want me to get a job dear... and this is the outfit Mr Wendel says I must wear when I'm cleaning his house. He's very strict as well, so don't be surprised if I come home with a red bottom in the evenings!

Shell: It wasn't a question of which would look better on her. He couldn't decide which would drape the easiest over her shoulders as she bent over for her spanking later that evening.

Anon 3:
Her: Sweetie, the ladies club is coming over later this afternoon for tea. Afterwards I’ll be going over their knees! Which maid's dress should I wear?

Him: Wear the yellow one dear it’s shorter and will be better at showing off the spanked bottom I’m about to give you!!

NoraJean: "Neither one, my dear ... to the bedroom you go. I'll have you in what you're wearing now"

Rosco: He surely took his time deciding which dress she should wear, and finally decided neither was necessary- they wouldn’t be going out.

KDPierre:
Her: "Oh Honey, why the face? Don't you like it?"
Him (sulking): "Yeah...but I always get your hand-me-downs. I want a brand new dress of my own!"

Windy: Mr. Grey, "I am interested in one thing...you wearing those shoes while you bend over and read me that newspaper."

Hermione: But won't this dress make my butt look big?

Complete the Caption

When our friend Sir Wendel Jones saw this cartoon, he knew it would be a good candidate for our Complete the Caption series. What do you think?

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

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth

Today we will begin a lovely tale by the late Rollin Hand, from his collection of spanking stories, Tales from a Switch. "The Paddling Booth" is an interesting take on the traditional kissing booth found at county fairs, and its participants, all fraternity and sorority pledges, are participating with varying degrees of anticipation and nervousness. Here is part one:

Barry, Jenny, James and Chrissy, four freshman Greek pledges, waited nervously in the shaded entrance to the Pan-Hellenic Paddling Booth. They were understandably apprehensive.

Customers were beginning to notice the sign that read: "Paddling Booth". Under that it said: "Have one of our Frat guys or Sorority gals take a good 'ol fashioned paddling for charity. Ten dollars--three licks. Extra swats, $5 each." A few couples smiled and pointed. The four pledges tried to smile and at least appear cheerful as several folks strolled their way looking very interested.

"Step right up, folks," urged Steve Devlin, the Delta Tau Vice President. "Take your pick from among our four pledges here. Which one would you like to take some good old fashioned paddle swats for charity? Ten dollars, three licks. Step right up."

"Can they take more than three licks?" asked a stout matron in a flowered dress. "I would think a good fanny whacking would be more than just three swats. Lord knows my momma didn't stop at three."

"Yes, indeed," said Jane Tolliver, the Sigma Delta pledge mistress. "You plunk down the contribution and our brave pledges will take as many swats you pay for."

Inwardly the four nervous pledges groaned. It could be a long afternoon.

Barry was especially nervous. The woman in the flower print dress was none other than Mrs Hinckly, his old 8th grade teacher. He had been a little brat in her class, he recalled. She smiled and then seemed to recognize him. As her recognition grew, he saw a mirthful glint appear in her eye. Oh, shit, thought Barry.

The Clark County Fair was the biggest event of the year in rural Clark county, Texas and these four along with several of their fellow pledge brothers and sisters were slated to man the "paddling booth". This was the Pan-Hellenic Council's contribution to the county, its participation in raising money for charitable causes. The senior actives had explained the concept to an apprehensive mixed group of "volunteers"--actually pledges chosen by lot from each fraternity and sorority at Linville College.

"It's all in good fun, guys," Ron Smith, the SAE pledge master had explained. "We used to have a kissing booth, but only the girls could sell kisses for a dollar or two. But with this we can all participate."

"Ron's right," said Betty Logan, Kappa's pledge mistress. "This is our chance to show that we college guys and gals can pitch in there and help do our part to support the charities of this county. Remember, it's our county too."

The seniors explained the way it would work. During the three day fair the "paddling booth" would operate from 12 noon until 10pm. Each two hour period four pledges, two girls and two boys, would be on call to take "licks" for charity. It had seemed like a natural thing to do. After all didn't sororities and fraternities paddle pledges at initiation and for various infractions anyway? It was just an ordinary facet of Greek life. And what about hell week? Everyone knew lots of paddling went on then. So when the "paddling booth" idea was floated, everyone said, "yeah, why not?" College kids were always doing crazy stuff anyway.

Each pledge had his or her senior active member assigned to them as their "paddler". As an added spicy twist, the frat guys would paddle the sorority pledges and the sorority girls would paddle the frat pledges. There was a tent set up with an outside foyer connected to a portable structure like a trailer with 4 rooms. The idea was that the teams of actives and pledges would encourage the customers to donate by offering to take paddle swats. The nominal offering was ten dollars for three swats, but if the patron was generous, there could be more. Each swat over 3 was $5. A customer would donate ten dollars, pick a pledge, and the three of them would go into one of the rooms where the pledge would bend over and take the swats while the customer watched. Obviously if business was heavy, a pledge could take a lot of swats in two hours.

At the orientation the pledges were instructed and told what to expect.

"This will be a lot of fun," began Betty. "Really. Like, uh, slapstick comedy--you know, just ham it up. We're going to use these paddles--" and Betty held one up. "These were made for us by those great guys at Sigma Tau. They are one inch pine, so for you frat guys, they're a lot lighter than you'll get during hell week. Right Ron?"

"That's right, Betty," confirmed Ron with a smile. The volunteer pledges regarded the varnished oval paddles, which were about 15" long at the business end and 5" wide, with interest. Each had a sturdy handle. Greek letters of the various organizations on campus were burned into one side. They were glad it wasn't
to be those maple paddles.

"Now about clothing. I know that when it comes to paddling, KAT is a bare bottom house, right Mary Ann?" This last comment being directed to Mary Ann Barnes, the Kappa President. Mary Ann blushed, made a face and retorted, "Stop telling our secrets, Ron." Everyone laughed, but the rumor mill had it that big sisterly paddlings at KAT were bare bottom affairs.

"Anyway," Ron continued, "we do want all pledges clothed--but, in something tight. Wear leotards or spandex. Bikers shorts would be good, guys. We want those paddles to really pop so the customers will get their money's worth."

Betty jumped in. "Girls, if they want, can wear skirts like plaid schoolgirl type--but I'd advise full cut panties underneath."

"Or less," snorted Mary Ann. This produced some chuckles.

"Ok, or whatever," said Ron, grinning from ear to ear. "Just be ready to flip 'em up to take your licks, girls. Each frat or sorority will make their own rules. Just remember, gang, it's all for a good cause."

Each pledge had been assigned to an active who would be the one to wield the paddle. Barry was paired with Mary Ann Barnes. Mary Ann was a tall athletic brunette with gorgeous hazel eyes and great legs. It was love at first sight, although Barry knew that as Freshman scum he had no chance with the beautiful Mary Ann. The thought that he was going to bend over and present his chubby butt to her so she could paddle it was at the same time embarrassing and arousing. Barry had been fighting a low level woody since he had met Mary Ann.

Jenny Gresham had been assigned to Ron Smith, the handsome SAE senior. Her stomach was doing back flips. He was such a dishy guy, she'd love to date him. Jenny was a cute redhead with pale skin and freckles everywhere. Her long hair was tied in twin ponytails, one to each side. Jenny's curvy but slender body was clad in a white spandex shorts and halter combo. As instructed by her pledge mistress, she had worn only a thong underneath the tight outfit that outlined in revealing detail her swelling hips and cute butt. She blushed under Ron's appreciative gaze.

James Hubbard was the rich scion of a prominent family, but he didn't look so dignified now. He was dressed in embarrassingly tight blue shorts with white knee socks, a white shirt and a tie. James was youthful looking anyway, but the juvenile outfit had made him look five years younger. It had been the idea of Kirsten Gruner.

She was dressed like a schoolmarm in high heels, a tight thin skirt and a blouse with a choker collar. Kirsten had insisted that they meet before the fair opened and she had told him what to wear. James had groaned inwardly at the suggestion that he would actually have to meet his "paddle partner" prior to the fair, but his cock had stood straight up upon meeting Kirsten. She was a big creamy voluptuous girl an inch or two taller than James' 5'5" height and very pretty, a blonde with classic Nordic features.

And James had a secret. From his teens onward, he had been attracted to strong willed, commanding women. This desire had formed as a result of treatment from a hired German au pair who had lived with them for a time and who had been given charge of James at age 8. Greta had been his nanny, and although only in her twenties, she had spanked him on occasion for misbehavior. Aunt Greta, as he had called her then, had always been kind and loving, but she would not put up with his little boy naughtiness.

Greta had believed that the best cure for a naughty boy's mischief was to put him across her knee, skin down his trousers and smack his little bare fanny until the tears flowed. Then she'd sit James on her knee afterward and give him a big hug and kiss and tell him to be good.

The imprint on his psyche had been profound. He longed for the experience again, long after Greta was gone. Now, after a fashion, his fantasy was about to come true. Kirsten was every bit the dominant presence he had dreamed about.

Chrissy Canby had barely made it on time. She had been held up at cheerleader practice and as a result had not had time to change. There was no help for this since she knew that she would be severely dealt with by her pledge mistress if she were late. So, she still had on the Linville cheerleader outfit which consisted of a short white pleated skirt with green and gold trim and a matching halter top. Underneath the skirt she wore the green full cut panties that went with the uniform, but given Chrissy's prominently full and rounded bubbleshaped butt, she was afraid that the lower part of her bare hiney would be showing if she bent over. Chrissy was short, blonde, and cute with a dimpled smile and a bubbly personality. But it wasn't her personality that caught the eye of her frat partner Gary Woodburn, a tall rangy athletic guy with long sandy hair who was on the Linville baseball team. Instead, Gary was checking out the cute curvy figure in the abbreviated cheerleader outfit.

The booth was open for business.

Let the games begin! Who do you think is up first?

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for February 3

Have you become more comfortable sharing your interest in spanking with others? Here's what you said:

Dan: I have gotten slightly more open about it. There are three people who know both who I am and that I am in this lifestyle. But, I should note that two are people I met through this lifestyle and blogging about it. The relationships were anonymous at the beginning and the identities were revealed after substantial trust developed. To date, there is only one person who knows and whose relationship with me predates me getting into this.

QBuzz: A few of our friends probably know we're a bit kinky but as far as I know nobody knows how much we both love spanking!

Shell: Though we've been spanking for 6 years -- I only recently worked up the courage to come out of my shell via this corner of blogland (and this corner only). Blogging for me is a HUGE first step in admitting "out loud" that this is us. It's been very therapeutic, and you all have been great in encouraging and welcoming me. This community is so important. I'm not sure I could ever share the "real me" w/my vanilla friends.

Katie: It’s wonderful to be a part of a community where you can talk openly about your spanking relationship, as well as the dive into greater intimacy. Unfortunately this lifestyle is not something that I can share with vanilla folks. They wouldn’t understand. I don’t think that it would go over well... especially with the Me Too movement. People wouldn’t easily understand.

My kids are onto us in various stages, I believe, but they certainly don’t know the details, and I’d never bring it up. Our girls know that I blog. Our older daughter asked if she could read it, and after one second of thought, I asked her to please respect my privacy. She agreed. I think it’s better to have my own space. The community here is special because we can talk about this.

Sir Wendel: Our spanking interest remains secret. Pretty sure the Misses’ sister knows but I still would not mention it.

Baxter: No there is no one outside of our marriage that knows my wife spanks me. Blogland is the only place I say anything and then no one knows my identity or anything about me and that anonymity is how I like it. But I wonder sometimes if there are couples on my street or anywhere nearby that spank also. Not that I will ever find out, but just thinking that somewhere in Chicagoland, there are couples right now spanking each other is a warming thought.

NoraJean: Other than here and with friends 'behind the blog' I don't think we could ever share. I find myself wishing I could but I don't think there would be any understanding amongst any of our family and vanilla friends, of what goes on in this dynamic. I often wonder how the seemingly more open BDSM community does it with their out in the community munches and such but then again, there are portions of the community that are somewhat 'public' amongst themselves.

Heather: My best friend knows. Partly because she admitted to being into it first and that sort helped me come out of my shell and tell my husband about my interest.

I've recently met a person who is very open about her sexuality. She has mentioned on separate occasions that she is a masochist and likes pain. Then she mentioned that she is into impact play. I figured if she could be open about it, I could too. So I admitted that I am into spanking. It was a big step to tell someone I haven't been lifelong friends with.

It's a lot easier to tell someone of a like mind, then a non-spanko.

Peter: Anna, my wife has been spanking me for almost ten years.Until very recently it was our secret. Last fall while on a cruise with our best friends, I got out of hand and Anna when we got back to our cabin, took my belt to my ass and gave me a much deserved spanking. The next day the husband and one of my buddies mentioned while he and i were walking around the deck that the
next time Anna spanks my ass perhaps we should make sure the door that leads to the balcony off our stateroom is shut.

At first I freaked, trying to replay what my wife or I might have said. All I could think of was as usual, when she punishes she does it till she sees tears. I was sobbing that nite. I blushed and he patted my back. "It was hot " he said. " It made me hard. Was like having a private porno."
Since then we have talked about it and he told me how hot he felt it was. Knowing he found it arousing made me hot. It is also great to be able to talk about it with someone.

Roz: Outside of this community I wouldn't share my interest in spanking. The only situation I can see where I may possibly share would be if a friend confided in me that they have an interest in spanking.

Bonnie: With very few exceptions, our kinky proclivities remain our secret. Spankings, for us, are a part of sex, and we view that as private.

Our daughter knows, but she does not want to know. La-la-la-la-la-la. Poor kid.

Barrel: While we use all forms of spanking for discipline and punishment, it always culminates with love making, so we are not out there too far...yet. These brunches, and more importantly the family that attend, help our confidence grow in our lifestyle.

My wife has been spanking me for 39 years. Until the internet, we were clueless about this kink and believed we were just weird. Now, we feel quite at home here, and only here. While some of our friends know of our passion for lingerie, they don’t know more than that. I’d like to be out a little further but won’t go alone. I am not known to anyone, except for one person (Hugs back at ‘ya ;<) )

Ronnie: Outside of this community our spanking activities remain our secret.

Yorkie: Our spanking activities are entwined with our sex life and are therefore private.

Hermione: When I was much, much younger I would tell the odd person that I was a masochist, but it wa always in a joking way. Now, I am very comfortable writing about spanking on this and other blogs, but neither Ron nor I have ever shared our preference with anyone else. That probably won't ever happen.

Thank you all for joining the discussion this week.

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #264

Welcome to the Superbowl spanko brunch. Help yourself to some pulled pork and let's get started before the game begins. Our friend Barrel submitted this question for you to consider.

How comfortable are you with sharing your interest in spanking with others? As your lifestyle grows, have you become increasingly comfortable in letting others know that discipline and punishment is a key to your relationship? Or has it remained a secret?

As always, leave your response as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once the game is over.

You Completed the Caption

Gustofer: “I feel like I am being watched.”

Katie: Hilda warmed her bottom by the stove. As her bottom heated, it only made her miss her love more. Meanwhile, her pup hoped that the beans that Hilda had consumed, would not cause him to have to move from his warm spot.🔥

QBuzz: Feeling cold darling? Don't worry, I'll soon warm up that big bottom of yours...

Shell: Little did she know that the paddle could get the job done in half the time.

KDPierre: Dog thinking: "Now THERE'S a spot I'd like to 'bury my bone'!"

Sir Wendel: I miss the warmth of a spanking.

Anon: Skinny dipping in the winter young lady? I'll warm you up and then let you stand outside to cool off your bottom. Understand, young lady? Yes Dear.

Hermione: Hilda was determined to have a hot bottom even though her sweetheart was away on business.

Hilda was unwittingly about to recreate the pup-squashing scene from The Sopranos, but Spot, unlike the unfortunate Cossette, was wide awake and ready to make his getaway.

Please join us for brunch, served with a smile soon.