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Our dear friend Hilda is back. She and her furry friend are enjoying a day out, but what can Hilda be watching?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment and we'll compare notes on Saturday.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 26

Have you ever overheard a co-worker talking about spanking?

Anon: I overheard two female colleagues discussing one's unwanted very hard recent birthday spanking. I recognized it as I knew they were friends, knew one had bday the just ended weekend, heard other remark upon leaving "Can't believe that jerk hit so hard to make you so red" (though I would bet she was faded by that Monday), and she blushed big-time when she saw me approaching men's room, next door. I did not act like I knew anything.

It was quiet time of day, so I suspect the two thought they would not see any other colleagues approach.

Roz: One of our bosses would always say "bend over and touch your toes" whenever something hit the fan or someone was in trouble, not to the person but more in fun. She also used to make other references. I never reacted.

There have been other vague references made in jest and again, I didn't react or respond. I don't know if I was afraid of giving myself away lol


Wendel: I worked with a woman that talked about always getting her birthday spanking and spanking under the mistletoe at Christmas. The day after her birthday she would tell everyone that she couldn’t sit.

Yorkie: Never.

Rosco: Three thoughts here:

At one job, two women arrived together early one day and one was carrying a hockey stick - something rarely seen in our town, especially in an office. I asked her what she was going to with it.

She replied in a very deliberate clear voice. “I am going to spank you with it.” Then she just walked by. I was stunned. How did she know or did she know? To this day I wish I’d asked her where and when it would be and maybe it would have really happened.

Years later, my wife would and still does call me up and tell me about the spanking I’m going to get. Once I answered vis speakerphone and was slow to change the mode. I think the woman closest at the time probably heard, but she was always pretty discreet.

Last, our growing company had hired a new nationwide technology czar to improve our internet presence. He was doing a presentation for 100 or so folks, when a “Captain Spankypants” icon popped up. He was later found to be dishonest and fired.

Jack: My wife and I work at the same company, two different departments. Was getting strange looks from some female co-workers and finally told my wife about it. She smiled, one day during lunch the women were talking about their husbands, how mad they get at them, I just said I spank mine, works wonders.

QBuzz: Nope, although every time there is a harrassment scandal in the press my grandmother seems to enjoy waxing lyrical about how some men in the office would always give you 'a smack on the bum' in the good old days!

Hermione: At meetings some of the guys would joke about spanking and other kinky activities. I was afraid to laugh or appear too knowing because, like Roz, I was afraid of giving myself away.

Thanks for a great discussion!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #280

Welcome! You're just in time for a hot slice of pizza and an ever hotter topic, so find a chair and we'll get started.

Have you ever overheard a co-worker discuss spanking? If so, how did you react? Did you join in the conversation, or did you later approach (or think about approaching) the co-worker privately?

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

Friday FUN

Do you have the urge to go? Me too. While we're using the facilities let's see what's posted on the walls of the public washroom.

Wash your hands then have a fine weekend!

From the Top Shelf - The Flogging of Annette

Today's extract comes from the classic novel Frank and I published in 1902 by Grove Press of New York which, you are probably aware, is about a spankophile who takes in a young 'boy' who turns out not to be!! This scene takes place after our trusty narrator has realised that 'Frank' is in fact 'Frances' and becomes sexually involved with her. They go on a visit to Paris as lovers, and on returning from a stroll to their hotel, they catch the chambermaid, Annette, stealing from their belongings.

When she saw us suddenly enter the room, she jumped up, turned very pale, and stood looking at us, utterly taken aback and trembling all over. She was a tall, slim, good looking girl about twenty one years old; with a trim figure, black hair and eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a saucy little nez retrousse. She had a clear olive complexion, and she was dressed in a well fitting black frock, with white apron, collar and cuffs, and her luxuriant hair was covered by a white frilled cap with scarlet ribbons.

Frances at once went to the toilet table, on which she had left her purse, but it was gone. When she informed me of the fact, I locked the door and put the key in my pocket.

Then I went to the trembling girl and searched her capacious pocket, finding in it the purse, half a dozen lace handkerchieves, the same number of pairs of gloves, and also a number of small articles she had taken out of the trunk. Had we not happened to return unexpectedly, and thus catch the thief red handed, we should never have known who had stolen the things.

Frances could not speak French, so I acted as spokesman, saying to the girl, "We have caught you nicely, Annette. You are a thief. What have you got to say for yourself before I send for the manager of the hotel and ask him to hand you over to the police?" I had no intention of doing any such thing, as the whole thing would have been a major bore, but I wanted to give the girl a fright.

She burst into floods of tears, wringing her hands, and exclaiming in a tone of entreaty " Oh, sir! Oh, sir! Don't give me to the police. I am an honest girl but I was suddenly tempted to do wrong when I saw the purse and the keys on the table. Oh do not have me arrested! Forgive me! Oh, please forgive me, I have an old mother to support. Oh please forgive me!"

She was in an awful funk and it suddenly struck me that there might be some fun to be had. I thought it very likely that, rather than go to gaol, she would let me flog her. At any rate I would give her the choice of the alternatives and I hoped she would choose the flogging. She was a clean looking, pretty girl and my cock stirred at the thought of turning her up, and reddening her bottom.

So, I said to her: "You are a thief, and therefore you must be punished, but I will not hand you over to the police if you will consent to receive a flogging, in the same way that we flog naughty girls in England." She stopped crying and looked at me for a moment, her big black eyes wide open, as if she hardly grasped the meaning of my words, then she said, in a tone of relief: "Oh sir, rather than go to prison and lose my good character, I will consent to receive any punishment you wish to inflict on me."

"Very well," I said. "But you must understand that I will flog you soundly."

She shuddered slightly and asked, in a shaky voice "But, sir, in what way do you intend to flog me?"

"I intend to flog your bare bottom." I replied.

She blushed scarlet, and again began to cry, saying in a horrified tone: "Oh but sir; when I said I would take the punishment, I did not think you intended to inflict it upon my bare person. I thought you would flog me over my clothes. You must not strip me. I cannot bear the exposure. It would be too shameful. Oh! I cannot suffer it."

"Well, if you will not submit to me entirely, I must send for the police," I said, walking to the bell rope and taking it in my hand.

"Oh, don't ring the bell! Wait a moment. Oh! What shall I do! Oh, please don't send for the police!" she wailed in a piteous tone, stretching out her arms with an imploring gesture towards me, while the tears ran down her flushed cheeks.

"I WILL ring the bell unless you consent to take a severe flogging on your bare bottom," I said sternly.

She wrung her hands and wept bitterly; then after a few moments hesitation, she sobbed out "Oh sir, it is shameful to be laid bare...but I cannot go to prison. I must...submit. Oh! Oh!"

Then turning her back to us, she covered her blushing face with her apron, and sobbed.

The girl's horror at the idea of her bottom being exposed was deep and unfeigned, for she was evidently a very modest girl. I must confess that the sight of her distress added piquancy to the whole affair. It always affords great pleasure to a lover of the rod, to flog a female culprit who appears to feel the shame of the exposure more than the pain of the whipping.

All the time the talk had been going on, Frances has stood looking interested, but not understanding a word that was said; and she now impatiently asked what I had been saying.

I told her that I had given Annette the alternative of going to gaol or taking a flogging, and that she had chosen the flogging.

"She deserves it," said Frances emphatically, and with rather a grim smile. Then, eagerly: "Let me flog her. You know I have been longing to inflict corporal punishment, and now there is a chance for me. Do let me flog her."

I smiled, for I could quite understand her desire to whip, and resolved to let her have her wish. "All right," I said, "I will horse her on my back, and you shall flog her."

Frances looked very pleased, and at once prepared for action by taking off her gloves , hat and jacket. Then she said: "We have got no rod, and I am not going to make my hand sore by spanking her, so you must find something for me to flog her with."

I looked around the room for some instrument of punishment, and my eyes fell on a pair of small rug straps, each about a couple of feet long and half an inch wide. One of them would do very well, as it would sting the culprit's bottom sharply without bruising the flesh.

So I pointed the straps out to Frances, and told her to take one of them. Annette was still standing with her back towards us, her apron was over her head, and she was crying. Going to her, I laid my hand on her shoulder, turned her round and drew her hands away from her face, saying :The lady - my wife - is going to flog you. So you are fortunate. Your punishment will not be as severe as if I was holding the strap. Now take off your dress and stays."

"Oh if only Monsieur would please leave the room I promise not to resist Madame while she flogs me," said Annette, clasping her hands and pleading pitifully.

"I will not leave the room. I am going to hold you while you are being punished. Now remove your dress and stays, and be quick or I will ring the bell."

She hesitated a moment, and I laid my hand again on the bell-rope, then, heaving a deep sigh, she slowly, with trembling fingers, took off the two garments, and stood before us, with her head lowered and with streaming eyes. As her chemise was cut rather low at the neck , I could see the division between her small but well rounded bubbies.

I had made her partly undress because, when a woman is 'horsed' for a flogging with her dress and stays on, it is very difficult to get her petticoats turned up high enough to bare her bottom in a satisfactory way.

At one side of the room, there was a large pier glass, and opposite it a wardrobe with a long mirror, and it struck me that if I stood between the two articles of furniture, I should be able to see the whole of the girl's body reflected in the looking-glass , and thus be able to witness the flogging.

"Now, Annette, I am going to take you on my back and hold you, while Madame flogs you." So saying, I went to the sobbing girl, who trembled and shrank away from me, but made no attempt at resistance. Seizing one of her wrists in each of my hands, I drew her arms over my shoulders, and then, stooping forward, raised her feet well off the floor, "horsing" her in proper style without any difficulty, for I am six feet in height and, although she was tall, she was not heavy.

"Now, Frances," I said, "the girl will be sure to kick and struggle when she feels the strap, so you must pin up her petticoats so that they will not fall down in the middle of her punishment."

Frances rolled the culprit's petticoats, which were white and clean, up to her shoulders, and pinned the garments securely. She wore her chemise under her drawers, which were tightly stretched over her bottom by the curve of her body, and, as I was between the two mirrors, I could see everything perfectly.

As Frances began to untie the girl's drawers, she sobbed out "Oh, Madame, don't take down my drawers!" The drawers were untied and pulled down to her knees. Then she made another appeal: "Oh please leave my chemise. Leave me some modesty. Do not strip me quite bare!"

The chemise was rolled up and pinned to the petticoats, leaving the girl naked from the middle of her back to the tops of her stockings and, as she felt her last garment removed, she uttered a low wailing cry of shame.

She had a small but well shaped bottom, slender thighs and slim legs, cased in tight, clean, white cotton stockings gartered at the middle of her thighs with black ribbons. Her ankles were trim, and she was wearing neat, well polished, shoes. Her olive tinted skin was very smooth, and it appeared to be fine in texture.

Everything being ready, I told the weeping culprit, who was shivering with shame and fear, that she must try and bear her punishment with fortitude, and not attract attention by making an outcry.

Frances took the strap and twisted part of it round her hand, leaving a length of about eighteen inches to flog with.

"Now, Frances," I said, "give her a couple of dozen strokes and lay them on smartly, but not too severely. Begin at the upper part of her bottom and flog down to her thighs, then up again to her loins. Keep cool, and don't cross the cuts."

Frances whirled the strap in the air, and as I looked in the glass in front of me, I could plainly see the girl's eyes dilate with fear, and I also noticed the cheeks of her bottom contract, the smooth skin assuming a rough appearance. Crack! The long piece of leather fell smartly across the girl's bottom, and both the olive tinted cheeks were instantly marked with a long red stripe, the exact breadth of the strap, the stinging pain making the culprit start convulsively on my back, and utter a stifled cry. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Frances swung the strap with a graceful sweep of her arm, and as skilfully as if she had been a practised flogger; laying on the strokes with equal force, in slow time, one below the other, so that the red stripes were printed on Annette's skin at almost regular distances apart.

She plunged and wriggled, whimpered and sobbed; and I could feel her body quiver, and shrink against my back each time the stinging strap struck her bottom.

I had never before 'horsed' a girl, therefore it was a novel sensation, and a pleasing one, to feel her breasts and belly rubbing against my back, and the front of her thighs rubbing my bottom as she writhed in pain. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! She bounced about, twisting her hips from side to side; her flesh twitched at each stroke; she turned her head and looked over her shoulder, with an agonised expression on her face, as the strap hissed through the air over her bottom, then she gasped and cried, the tears running in streams down the scarlet cheeks. By this time, Frances had flogged down to the culprit's thighs, so that the whole of her bottom was prettily marked with alternate red and white stripes.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Frances was now flogging upwards. The sharp noise made by the strap as it struck the girl's firm flesh echoed through the room. She kicked up her heels in pain, struggling hard to free her wrists from my grasp, and though she did not scream, she moaned and cried piteously:

"Oh madame! Madame! Oh, chere madame! Pas - si - fort! Oh, pas - si - fort! Oh madame ayez pitie! J'en - ai - assez ! Oh ! Oh!OHHHH!!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Her moans changed to low barely suppressed shrieks , and she threw her legs about so frantically that her drawers fell off completely, and in her now liberated writhes and plunges, I caught sight of the thick black hair at the junction of her thighs, her struggles becoming so violent that I had some difficulty in holding her in position.

Crack! CRACK! Frances laid on the last two strokes with a little extra force, extracting from the culprit two rather loud squeals; and now that the flogging was over, the whole surface of her bottom, from the loins to the thighs, was a bright mass of scarlet where one stripe had overlapped another.

Frances threw down the strap, and stood for a moment looking with an amused smile at the results of her handiwork, then she unpinned the girl's petticoats and let them fall. I released Annette's wrists and she stood on the floor, crying and twisting her loins with the smarting pain of her well whipped bottom. Her face was bright red and she looked very ashamed.

"Now, Annette, it is all over. You may go," I said.

She picked up her drawers, and turning aside, drew them over her legs and tied the string around her waist, then she put on her stays and dress, whimpering, sobbing, and wiping her streaming eyes with her apron, then she put her cap on straight and hurried out of the room.

Wasn't the detail exquisite!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 19

What is the biggest turn-on for you in a spanking?

Bonnie: When I read this question, I was curious what my answer was ten years ago and whether I agreed today. Back then, I said it was the element of voluntary submission. I had to choose to be spanked.

That still works for me today, but there is another element. I am enthralled by the whole punishment headspace. When Randy tells me that I will now be spanked for my misbehavior, my pulse races. A hundred memories flood my consciousness. My hands involuntarily reach back as if it were possible to prevent the coming onslaught. When the paddle appears in his hand, I gasp, even though I have seen (and felt) it many times before. As I take my place over his lap, I feel small and yet fully deserving of the fiery discipline he is about to dispense. Afterward, I am sore, but totally ready for just about any adult fun he wants to explore.

QBuzz: I think the intimacy of it - being close to my partner and feeling our bodies against each other, along with the pain and heat we deliver to each other's bottoms.

Windy: His words and the way he touches me during the spanking........ YOWZA!

abby: The sound/tone of His voice, the feel of His hand...as He claims every inch of me before the spanking starts...and when it is over, being pulled in close to Him....

Yorkie: I don’t think there is only one thing that turns me on but if I use my body’s reaction as a guide, it would have to be the spanking itself. We don’t do punishment or role play so it’s just the act itself that supercharges my libido for the inevitable lovemaking afterwards.

Anon 1: The fact that he is in control.

Wendel: Taking the pants down and baring the bottom is one of my favorite parts.

Roz: This is a great question. The biggest turn-on's are the anticipation then my pants being removed/pulled down.

Anon 2: The waiting, standing there, scolding, the pants and underpants pulled down. My girlfriend is so good, that my erection is throbbing, she really enjoys that. She spanks just enough for me not to come and still with a warm, stinging bottom, she reaps the rewards and so do I. The turn on for me is being a naughty little boy and my girlfriend being the Mommy who spanks her naughty little boy.

Rosco: I’m not sure exactly how to answer, but giving up control for me is wonderfully relaxing.

After a spanking, Irene will generally leave me for awhile (to reflect on my behavior etc). I’ll often doze off while waiting and I rarely otherwise nap. Sometimes I’m lying on the bed and sometimes I’m tied to it. Last Thursday she instructed me to sit in a chair in her dark closet with my hot bottom. Even there I kept falling asleep.

Some people relax by meditating. I relax by getting spanked.

Ronnie: There isn't just one but a combination. The anticipation, his voice, his hands and the way he touches my body during the spanking.

Hermione: I too went back to my original answer and it's pretty much the same today. Thinking about being spanked is actually more of a turn-on than the actual act which, you have to admit, is quite painful!

This topic was just as much fun the second time around!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #279

The sun is shining here (finally!) so let's have brunch out on the patio as we discuss a topic originally presented by Bonnie in a long-ago brunch. I hope we have as much fun with it today as readers did back then.

When thinking about your spanking experiences, what single aspect do you find to be the biggest turn-on?

Leave your response as a comment, and once everyone has weighed in, I'll publish an edited summary of our discussion.

Friday FAIL

Isn't it ironic? Hum along with  Alanis Morissette as you scroll down.

Happy Friday!

What, no discipline?

We recently traded in our 10-year-old (but still perfectly reliable) car for a brand new luxury model, and Ron let me choose the colour. I call it a computer on wheels. It has so many bells and whistles the noise is deafening! Besides the heated seats (ooh!), it has two display screens, two clocks (analog and digital), a backup camera, and very clever windshield wipers that adjust their speed according to the amount of rain coming down. The steering wheel itself is a mini-control panel; heated and padded, it contains a host of buttons that control the sound system (I think). I've learned all I need to know—how to make it start, run and stop, and how to find CBC on the radio—but Ron will spend hours sitting in the car with the instruction manual, learning about all the fancy features.

There are lots and lots of lights, both inside and out. The dashboard display lights up like a Christmas tree, and various cryptic letter combinations appear, in a rainbow of colours, to warn you of impending doom or reassure you that a safety feature is in place. Recently I noticed a group of letters I hadn't seen before: BDSM. Was that a warning that a spanking was imminent? Or maybe the reassurance that this car, along with everything else, was kink-friendly?

But wait. On closer inspection the letters turned out to be BSM. What, no D? No dominance or discipline? This car wasn't going to be as much fun as I thought.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 12

What are the reasons for your spankings?

Bernie: The only reason is my need to get one, or my partner's desire to give one.

Yorkie: There is only one reason - because it feels so damned good!

Roz: Spanking doesn't happen here now days, but when we did they were for fun/foreplay, discipline or to reinforce our roles in our dynamic.

Arched one: 1. I love to be spanked.
2. She loves giving me spankings.
3. I love the sting.
4. she loves the way I wiggle when spanked and my bottom turning red.
Reasons Fun/foreplay, discipline, maintenance.

Willie: The most common reason for spanking here I would say is to reinforce our dynamic. There are also punishment spankings that happen ( I'd love to claim rarely but if our dynamic is not reinforced they sadly happen more frequently). Spankings in and of themselves are not used as foreplay but sex can and does happen after often enough ;) . B also does what he calls 'taking'. Basically a "just because I feel like it" spanking- for him.

Jack: Punishment for behavior problems, attitude, being self centered.

QBuzz: Usually for foreplay, but also often just for pleasure, as sometimes we spank each other on the spot without having sex afterwards.

Bonnie: I wrote an article on this topic thirteen years ago. My answer remains a complex mixture of these ten reasons.

Rosco: Irene spanks me as part of foreplay, though she make up a story that it’s discipline. She takes on any one of dozens of personas - schoolgirls, teachers, senoritas, debutantes, British, French. Often I’m being punished for peeking up a girl's skirt or through a keyhole or into a kicker room.

The spankings are intense though not too serious. She’ll often put me in the corner after or tie me to the bed, making me wait. She go off and do something, take a shower, then dress up. Usually she’ll spank me again, before instructing me to please her orally. Intercourse comes after.

There are variations within that routine, but it works well for us, incredibly well.

Sometimes I’ll just get a spanking w/no sex. And sometimes she’ll make me do chores or errands after.

We both love the game and get into it, but we don’t take it too seriously.

Ronnie: A number of reasons. To name a few - sexual, foreplay, pleasure, discipline, stress relief fun.

Joe: Foreplay, pleasure and stress relief are the main reasons. T does not want to be spanked but will spank me because I want it. Sometimes when I come home from work stressed she will tell you need a spanking go get ready then spank me long and hard until all my stress is gone. I will thank her for the spanking and some incredible sex is next. Other times it is playful just because one of us wants to.

Barrel: Always as foreplay. However, the intensity varies widely as we play out various scenarios. While I would like to say our spanking is maintenance, discipline and punishment, I have to admit it is always a prelude to intimacy. Some of our planned sessions are “staged” as punishment that play out as serious intensity and extended duration. Those are truly as stress relief and deep caring for each other, for which we are grateful.

Asteria Noci: Mostly for discipline and punishment, but also because it helps me with stress. And because I like it :)

Liza: 99% of the time it's foreplay. Rarely is it for discipline.

Wendel: We do not need a reason to spank each other. They are just fun (but sometimes painful).

Hermione: Ours are for maintenance and stress relief...oh, yes, and for fun!

Thank you for that interesting discussion. Have a safe week!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #278

Welcome one and all! You're just in time for some freshly baked cookies, so help yourself.

We are all here because spanking interests us in one way or another. Spankings happen for many reasons: punishment, maintenance, stress-relief, foreplay—to name but a few. So why do you spank?

What are the reasons for your spankings? Does every spanking have (or even need) a reason?

Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion when the weekend is over.

You Completed the Caption

Anon 1: Who ever came up with this contest, must have been my wife.

KDPierre: At "The Regular Guys Strip Club" the dancers leave the ladies little question on where to tuck their dollars.

Anon 2: There's not enough spackling paste in the world to repair those cracks.

Hermione: The local diner's "Which plumber fixed my sink?" contest was always won by Hazel, who was a crack connoisseur.

There's no room at the counter, so come on over to my place for brunch, coming up next.

Complete the Caption

The plumbers must get a discount at this diner! What a sight for the other customers to see.

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

From the Top Shelf - Stripped and spanked!

I will let our late friend Alex Birch introduce today's story.

"This spicy little tale was originally published in the American spanking magazine Corporal and was reproduced a few years back in the wonderful Anthology of Spanking Literature from Janus Publications

It must be the dream fantasy of so many Hollywood film directors who have torn out their hair over temperamental film actresses who habitually arrive late, oversleep and so on. I would guess this tale was based on Marilyn Monroe but it's a fun read anyway. Some of the terminology and prices give away how old the story is!! The appointed spanker and narrator, by the way, is no relation!

A famous film star, habitually late on set, is called to a meeting of the production team and given a shock. She is told that under the small print of her contract (which of course she left to others) she can be spanked for non performance.The story is called 'Nina Navola -stripped and spanked!' Read on:-

'You're not serious?,' she cried 'you cannot spank me, Nina Navola!. I'm an internationally famous movie star. I'll see my lawyers about this!'

Mr. Wilson answered her by saying 'We've spoken to your lawyers and they agree that we have every right to spank you. To recover the losses that the company has sustained by your habitual lateness on set, we are going to film your spanking in glorious technicolor. I am certain that many private clubs and organisations would pay $10 a ticket to see some authentic real live action of a glamorous movie star receiving a spanking.

'We have employed a Mr. Bircher to administer your spanking. He is an expert at warming a lady's bottom and I'm sure that Hot Pictures Inc. will soon have, and pardon the expression, a hot can, namely yours, on colour film. The bedroom scene we were going to film this morning will make a perfect setting for the unrehearsed spanking movie. So go over there and wait for him!'

Miss Navola stared at me in horror when I walked onto the set. She was indeed a glamorous young lady as her figure amply showed. She was dressed in a red sheath dress moulded skin tight to her body. It was difficult to walk in and she shuffled over to the bedroom set, which was already set up with cameras, lighting equipment and booms.

Nina's vital statistics were 36-25-38 and naturally I was most interested in the last of these, a queen sized ass indeed!

Asking Nina to face me, I unzipped her red sheath dress and told her to step out of it. I took the hem of her silky black slip and slowly inched it over her entire body till I removed it over her head. The cameras which had been rolling since I began undressing this glamorous movie queen were now filming Nina Navola wearing a white brassiere which was filled to capacity and seemed about to burst. A black garter belt held up her sheer stockings which encased two beautiful legs, and sexy pink panties covered her buxom ass.

Unclasping her bra, her big breasts leaped out at me, glad to be free of their encasement. Holding them for a moment to increase her humiliation I said 'Most people are interested in staring at these big tits of yours but I'm more interested in the other end!'

She was blushing furiously and close to tears. I told her to go over to the luxurious double bed and bend over the edge of it. Tying her hands and waist with cord and belt to the bed, so she could not move those parts of her anatomy, I was ready to remove her panties. I took hold of them by the waistband and pulled them right down to her knees. Ass size 38? Yeah no doubt about it, maybe even larger! Her voluptuous buns stared me in the face, just begging to be spanked. I left her black garter belt and stockings on for they would clearly frame the spanking area.

Increasing her humiliation and embarrassment still further, I let my hands roam over her buxom cheeks, kneading every inch of those pleasurable mounds to my desire.

I decided that a birch rod would be a perfect spanking tool for Nina's naked bottom, so I selcted a pliable one from my spanking case, one I believed would do the job well. Stepping up behind this glamorous movie queen whose naked backside trembled in anticipation, I raised my hand and brought the birch down with full force on Nina's creamy white mounds, and she flinched as she felt her first painful sting of the rod.

I told her this was just the beginning and that she could expect many more strokes to fall on her bare rear end.

Three times more I brought down the rod and three red stripes on her ripe bottom were now very visible to the cameras taking in every spanking scene from every angle. One camera was shooting from the left side, one from the right side of the young woman and one was right above getting an interesting top shot of Nina's wriggling bottom. One camera was placed right in front to record her pained facial expressions as she underwent this humiliating punishment. Yet another camera was trained for a below close up of her buxom rear end and it was certainly getting some rare private footage of the movie star never before seen in public!

At ten second intervals my birch rod landed precisely on her rounded mounds and she started to cry. Her once white buttocks were now bright pink as three more searing strokes descended on her striped behind and her cries of pain grew louder, the boom microphone overhead picking up every painful sound emerging from this spoilt and pampered beauty.

I continued to assault her blushing rear as she pleaded with me to stop her painful punishment and swore she would never again be late on a movie set. I told her it was too late for remorse and she should have thought of that before. With these words I again brought the birch rods down on her flaming bottom.

Each spank seared into her lower seat and her thighs were now getting their fair share. This brought agonising cries of pain from Nina and I knew the cameras were picking up every wriggle of her squirming bottom. Her long legs were still encased in sheer stockings but she had long ago kicked off her high heel shoes, her legs now flagpoles as her pink panties now waved the surrender flag, but I wasn't finished yet!

Her anguished cries filled the set of 'Sexy, Willing and Able' as its star was put through the most shame filled and painful experience of her life! Twenty five birch strokes was a goodly dose so I finished with three hard strokes to her scorched bottom then stepped back to admire my handiwork. I am sure any artist would have given me A for effort as I had truly redesigned a glamorous star's milky white bottom into a flaming cauldron of reddened flesh.

Once again my hands roamed her bottom as I touched each painful strip. Nina wailed aloud, the agony of my touch flooding through her body. I told her that, although she was the first movie queen to taste the birch rod, the same clause was now being incorporated into the contracts of other beauties whose fate would soon be a similar one.

I untied her hands and waist and told her not to rub her bottom, as further punishment, and not to let her panties drop below her knees. She shuffled across to the corner with difficulty and I speeded up the process with another sharp swish of the rods. With a loud cry of pain, she tottered a little faster, her large tits bouncing up and down and her wails were still audible five minutes after my last strokes had landed on her bare ass!

Nina Navola, who had walked onto the set as an arrogant, temperamental hussy some half hour before had been transformed by a painful, but well deserved, spanking into a whimpering submissive standing in the corner and contemplating what she had done to deserve the humiliating experience of stripping naked for a painful spanking, captured in full glorious colour for all the world to see.

The cameras got one last revealing shot of Nina's blushing ass as I told her to bend down and pull up her panties. I heard Wilson say 'Cut...and print that!'

Wilson went over to Nina, who was still sobbing in anguish, and said 'I hope you have learned your lesson from this humiliating and painful experience. Now take the rest of the day off and be back on set, on time, tomorrow. If you break any part of your contract with us again, your next punishment will be even worse!'

I asked Wilson for a print of the film and he promised to send me one. He then asked me if I had a good title for the movie and I grinned saying 'How about "Nina Navola - stripped and spanked!" '

Do you remember the old Dick Van Dyke Show episode called "How to Spank a Star"? Well, that was how!

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for May 5

Do you have any spanko signals?

Anon: I keep a journal and leave it out for Master when I feel the need to bend over.

Amy: Well, we learned early on that bratty behavior just frustrated Eric so that didn't work. He likes me to tell him but if I don't feel like saying the words, I'll write a story about it.

Liza: I have a necklace that says "I need a spanking" in morse code.

Yorkie: I just ask. Simple.

Roz: Signs and signals have only been used in fun, and not often. It's usually verbal.

Bonnie: We have accumulated numerous signals over the years. Leaving a spanking implement like a paddle or hairbrush in plain sight sends an unmistakable message. A bit more subtle sign is when I wear a pair of thong-style panties, though this technique sometimes generates debate over what qualifies as a thong (in the end, if he wants to spank, non-thong panties won't save my bottom).

There are other fashion choices that grab his attention. Tight slacks, shorts, or leggings, especially in light colors, work almost too well. A shortish skirt or dress is also effective. Even a short summer nightgown can earn me a trip over his lap.

Last week, as we were getting ready to go out, he paddled me because he liked how I looked in a white nylon slip. I didn't mean to signal, but I didn't mind getting spanked.

There are certain words when spoken in an otherwise vanilla context that serve as signals. For example, if Randy mentions "a warming trend," he's referring to the temperature where I sit. If I talk about having a stressful day, I know he will find an opportunity to help me relieve that stress in the best possible manner.

Other times, it can be simply a raised eyebrow, a quick glance, or a nod. We know each other pretty well and we both recognize that more spankings are generally preferable to fewer.

Wendel: Sometimes the Misses will parade around the house in a small t-shirt and panties. All her movements put her bottom in my view. It’s not long until her spanking. Girls night out is a sign that I will be getting the paddle or the belt.

Ronnie: A sign I want spanking is when I wear a pair of P underpants. I make sure he knows I have them on.

Hermione: When Ron slaps me on the bottom I know a real spanking is on the cards. Likewise, when I wiggle my bottom at him, he gets the hint!

Those signals are all pretty clear!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #277

Please come in; you're right on time for an interesting discussion on our favourite subject. This week's topic comes from Bonnie's archives, and I can't believe we haven't discussed it since 2007.

Do you or your partner have any signs or signals that you use to indicate your spanking desires?

As always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts, so leave your response as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion after the weekend.

Friday FAIL

 English is a funny language, but it does have rules, and the grammar police are out in full force today.

Happy Friday!