Sunday, June 30, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #285

2019 is now half over, but the best is yet to come (I hope). Let's ponder a question first posed by my good friend Bonnie a long time ago. Here it is in her own words:

What do you believe constitutes "topping from the bottom?" Have you or your partner ever done this? If so, how was the situation handled? Are there occasions where "topping from the bottom" is acceptable or even desirable?

If you would like to join our discussion, leave your response as a comment. This is a long weekend for us, but I will find time to publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, June 29, 2019

You Completed the Caption

Anon 1: Spying through the keyhole, again. You naughty little boy. I’ll give you a peek, but I’m going to spank you first.

Spanky53: That's right, young man. You're going to be dangling bare bottom over my knee very soon. And it would be wise not to do your usual wiggling and kicking this high off the floor.

KDPierre: Photographer to model: "That's it...I want this pose to look completely natural, just as if you were relaxing at home."

Bernie: The confident pose and expression suggests that someone should worry.

QBuzz: Maybe my backside will be extremely uncomfortable next time you take your belt to me... but at least my frontside will be comfy bent across this nice cushioned stoo.

Wendel Jones: Darla won’t look so relaxed when the belt starts smacking her bottom.

Ronnie: See this knee darling? Well you will be over it when we get home.

Baxter: Ok, young man, come in here and take this stool over to the bed and lay over it, so your bottom is up at a good spanking angle. Yes, it will hurt, but you WILL thank me.

Barrel: Hmmmm...let me I going to whip...or cane you...or maybe both?

Anon 2: I'm sorry, but if you wanted me to sit down on the cushion for this shoot, you shouldn't have spanked me so hard this morning.

You want me to bend over and put my hands on the cushion? Why?

You're going to sit down on this and do what?

Oh, that's okay. I think my hair looks fine. You don't need to use that hairbrush on it!

Hermione: Your phone will stay in this hamper until you've given me a good, hard spanking!

Please stick around for brunch, coming up next.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Complete the Caption

There are so many things I wonder about when I look at this image. Does she look like a Top or a Bottom? What is the purpose of that hassock/stool/hamper? Is there something inside? Do those stockings go all the way up, or will we see a garter belt if she lifts her arm?

I'll bet you're all wondering too, so leave a caption that explains your thoughts. I can't wait to see what you come up with!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 3

Well, well! Last week we learned a bit more about Bruce and his past experiences with being spanked. Today he is on his way to a pool party, to wrestle the incredibly fit Tawny. If he wins, Tawny is his slave for the day. But if he loses, a bare-bottom spanking will be his reward.
After that chat, Bruce was hooked. He didn’t know why these women were interested in him but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He could weather the inevitable kidding and snickering at work, secure in the knowledge that he, not they, had been invited to the home of the club’s gorgeous female wrestlers. That thought made him wonder. Did they own the place together? Did they share the house in some kind of communal living arrangement?

Bruce found the place easily enough. It was a French country style house, some distance out of the city. A long gravel driveway flanked by trees on each side led to a circular driveway in front of the house. In the middle of the driveway was a fountain that featured water pouring from a pitcher held by a naked cherub. A woman in Grecian robes standing next to the cherub held a flail in her hand. It was an odd piece of sculpture.

He left his car in the driveway with several others and stepped up to the front door. He heard a soft chime ring as he pushed the button. A minute later the door opened and he was greeted by a young and very pretty girl in a frilly maid’s costume. He recognized her as one of the girls from the club. The skirt was scandalously short, coming barely to the tops of her thighs. She wore stockings and high heels that emphasized the lean muscular shape of her legs. The top was low cut and Bruce had to force his gaze away from her cleavage. Around her neck she wore a leather collar with a ring in it. The collar seemed out of sync with the rest of her costume.

She smiled and said “Please follow me. Everyone is out back.”

She turned to lead the way and Bruce followed, his eyes glued to the provocative sway of her hips in that short skirt. Double French doors led to a patio surrounding an expansive swimming pool, and it was here that Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

All of the ladies from the club were sunbathing, swimming or lounging around the pool in bathing attire that revealed nearly everything. There were half a dozen hot young women in thong bikinis that were barely there displaying acres of white, golden and bronzed female flesh. Bruce took it all in. There were also several men. They wore abbreviated bathing trunks like Speedos and appeared to be catering to the women lounging around the pool, fetching drinks for some, massaging the feet of others, and spreading lotion on sunbathers who were face down in lawn recliners. He stood there, transfixed with awe, and almost did not hear the question proposed to him.

“So how about it, Bruce? Ready for a rematch?”

Bruce turned, startled to see that it was Lara who had addressed him. He gulped. Lara was a formidable woman in just about any attire, but clad in a tiny black bikini, she was overwhelming. Standing at over six feet tall, her black hair spilling down, breasts straining against the tiny confines of her bikini top, she was a vision of female strength and power. Bruce was just glad he wasn’t being asked to wrestle her.

“Uh, sure,” said Bruce.

Tawny, a/k/a Jen, stood back, hands on her hips. She smiled at him, but it was a not a warm smile, it was almost a smirk. Two girls dragged a mat over onto a part of the lawn. Interest perked up among the men and women around the pool who saw something was about to happen. A crowd began to assemble, spacing themselves around the mat. Bruce noted the gleeful expressions on some of the faces, especially the women’s. The men were more subdued, as if they knew that what was about to happen did not bode well for him.

Lara assumed control of the festivities. “We have a rematch,” she announced. “Bruce here will take another shot at Jen for the usual wager. If he wins, her ass is his. If he loses, he will be our houseboy for today – with the customary initiation ceremony.”

Everyone murmured approval. A few clapped and whistled. There was laughter. Bruce was alarmed. Initiation ceremony? What had she meant by that?

“But first,” she said. “We have an item of business. Those in our household know that we have a demerit system. The one having the largest number of demerits for the past week must serve as ‘maid for a day’ and must also accept her punishment for bad behavior. We do this on Sunday, which is today. Since we are all gathered now to see Bruce square off with Jen, we might as well take care of the demerits. Gina?” Lara looked toward the French doors where the pretty girl in the French maid’s outfit stood.

“Yes, Lara,” she said in a small voice. To Bruce she sounded nervous.

“It’s time girl. Go get the paddle and come right back out here.”

Now there was visible excitement and Bruce immediately understood why. Someone was going to get it. Gina returned a few moments later. In her hand was a short strap, maybe a foot long and a few inches wide secured to a handle. To Bruce, it had the look of an implement that was all business. It looked wicked.

Lara snapped her fingers at one of the men. “Fetch me a chair, Gregory.” As Gregory rushed to do her bidding, she added, “I should not have to tell you, Gregory. You should have known what I needed. We’ll have a little talk about that later.” Bruce could see Gregory blush red with embarrassment while others chuckled. Just what had she meant by a “little talk?”

Gregory grabbed an armless chair and brought it over next to the pool. He placed it behind Lara and she proceeded to sit while the bikini-clad club girls and the men moved closer then fanning out in a semi circle surrounding Gina who stood silently holding the strap.

“Well, Gina dear, it seems like you are our unlucky winner this week.” She shook her head and clucked her tongue. “So many household demerits.” Then Bruce saw Lara looking at him. He knew he must have looked confused, because Lara said, “I see our guest is wondering just what in the world is going on. Well, I’ll tell you, as Gina brings herself right over here. Come on Gina. Bring momma the paddle.” She gestured with her hand. As Gina walked toward Lara, seated there like a Roman empress summoning a slave, Lara continued.

“We all live here in this house, me and all my girls. The boys are special guests today, like you. You see, I own the wrestling club and the girls work for me. Plus they get free room and board. But there are rules and everyone has chores. We keep a weekly list and if there are so many infractions, that person has to pay a little penalty. She must act as maid for a day and serve everyone else. And, for each tick, or demerit, she gets three licks with my little attitude adjuster here.”

Gina now stood to Lara’s right side. “Now, Gina has been rather naughty – how many demerits do you have dear?”

“Six,” said Gina in a small voice, then she started to protest. “But it’s not fair. I didn’t deserve all of them.”

“Oh, right, Gina baby. You got six – and all your own fault,” said a lush brunette whose name Bruce didn’t know. Others chimed in too. The consensus seemed to be that she deserved what she was going to get.

“Six,” said Lara, shaking her head. “My, my, girl. That’s too bad.” She slapped her thighs. “Time to pay up, then. Hand momma the strap and get across momma’s knee.”

Bruce now understood. Lara acted not only as employer but also as some sort of house mother to this bevy of young women who lived in her house as if they were a sorority of some sort. His eyes grew wide as the pretty Gina clambered over Lara’s thighs face down. Her bottom jutted up and the tiny French maid skirt rode up her backside, half exposing diaphanous black panties set off by a garter belt and hose of the same color. Bruce felt his groin tighten and his cock stiffened, pushing against his slacks, making a tent.

The others who were watching exhibited various reactions. Some were clearly excited to see one of their own getting a licking. Others bit their lips, perhaps in empathy with the unfortunate Gina. Still others chuckled in amusement at seeing the pretty girl taken down a peg.

For Bruce it was arousing. He had to catch his breath as Lara skinned down the tiny panties leaving Gina’s shapely bottom gloriously bare. The cheeks jiggled slightly as Lara shifted her position. Then she hefted the strap.

“Eighteen licks, Gina. You know the rules. No jumping around, no squirming away. That will only mean extras.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Gina.

Lara patted Gina’s bottom a time or two then raised her arm to deliver the first lick. It fell, landing square across Gina’s lush bottom summits with a loud crack. Gina squealed.
Crack! “Ahh...woo!” yelped Gina, as another swat landed.

Crack! “Yow!” Cried Gina.
Smack! Another solid stroke made her fanny ripple.

The licking continued to fall in a methodical fashion. Lara took her time. She applied the strap deftly with several seconds between spanks. Gina yelped lustily. She flinched and clenched, reacting to each solid crack with the strap, but she remained in position. The strap’s impacts caused the flesh of her bottom to ripple. Gina threw her head back, and bucked, her feet flying up behind her as each smack rang out.

Smack! The strap flattened the rounded cheeks.
Smack! A hard crack right at the base of her buttocks.
Crack! Gina yowled and fluttered her feet.

When all eighteen had been delivered, Lara set Gina on her feet. Gina bent over and drew air through her teeth with a painful hiss as she tried to rub the sting out her bottom cheeks. Lara told her to pull her panties up and with a last smack of her palm sent Gina scooting off to put the strap back where it belonged, a place all the girls were, no doubt, very familiar with.

Lara stood and, along with everyone else watched the red-bottomed Gina beat a hasty retreat to the house, strap in hand. She slapped her hands together in a display of having accomplished a much needed chore, then announced, “All right everyone. Time for the main event.” They moved as a group over to the mat that had been spread out on the lawn and spaced themselves around it to get a good look.
Oh dear! I'm afraid we will have to wait until next week to discover Bruce's fate.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, June 24, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 23

Do you use multiple implements during a spanking session?

Anon: I like variety, and have used up to 3 at a session. Use 1 or 2 quite often, in between hand spanking portions.

Joe: Not counting hand have had 5 different implements used on me in one session. Hair brush, tawse, leather strap, paddle and crop was a long and satisfying session for both of us.

Bernie: We use up to three. Generally 2 leather and 1 wood, or vice versa. I suspect that we've used more, but I don't remember any specifics.

Jack: It depends on how upset my wife is with me. Normally she uses the hairbrush, it does get my attention. When I have crossed the line, I will face the wall after the hairbrush and then...she will use the bathbrush. The bathbrush is the worse, it really stings.

Roz: We have used multiple implements although the focus is usually on one implement. From memory 3 or 4 implements may have been used in one session.

Yorkie: I can’t remember a session where we used only one implement. It’s usually 2 or 3. The last one we used almost all of them - I think it was 6.

Ava: We always use multiple implements. My husband starts off with a crop or more recently, a martinet. This is the closest thing to a "warm-up" that we do! The martinet, used fairly gently on my back, immediately brings a feeling of being subdued which I love. Next is the tawse, which he uses both soft and hard. I am usually kneeling on a leather bench at the foot of our bed and he has my legs together for this. This can go on a while, and is often paused for welcomed sexual activity! Then it is time for the canes. He uses the thicker one on my butt, not full strokes but firm tapping. Then the thinner one on my upper thighs. Oh that hurts!!! The canes and the tawse both leave marks which usually fade within an hour. The grand finale is the "red paddle", which is small but thick, and he uses it pretty dang hard! I try hard to stay still but sometimes I can't, which can lead to a few smacks with a bath brush which is always kept handy as a threat. He likes to hear me cry out. Thank goodness our nest is long empty and we live in the middle of a forest so we have no concerns for noise! When he's done he calls me up to lay in his arms and be comforted. Then he comforts me in other ways. Afterwards we both feel pretty "out of it" and it can be hard to jump into the day's activity! We've been at this for 4 1/2 years now, several times a week, and we are both so happy with our marriage of 40 years!

Welcome Ava!

Rosco: We don’t keep a large selection around. Irene has gravitated toward leather, with her favorites being a large riding crop and a tawse with a round handle (important to her as her hands are rather small). She like the loud thwacky sounds they make as well as the squirming and whining that comes from me.

I got a taste of both yesterday, before going to a party. No treat after. - maybe today?

The main exceptions to the leather are when one of us cuts a switch, usually from hiking nearby trails - the shoots from wild plum trees work best at least in our area. It’s a very different feeling than the Leather though I would not describe either as more intense. The switch is satisfying like cold tart lemonade on a hot day. But I don’t think Irene finds the switch as satisfying from her end.

Once a great while, she’ll tie me down and spank me with everything she can find, but usually it’s one or two “implements”.

Red: Hi Hermione: Finally nicer weather for you. Unless it is a on the spot spanking in the kitchen, Cindy now almost always uses two or even three implements. (wooden bath brush, or some wooden implement, the tawse (long or short) and A CANE

Barrel: Typically, we only use one, maybe two implements. Her favorite is the hair brush as she says she likes the intimacy over her knee and she can see the results immediately and up close. If she is wanting a more intense session, I get the brush and either the hard plastic paddle, strap or riding crop in a standing position but leaning on the bed. If we plan a punishment session, I am bound to the bench at the bottom or our bed and she will employ 4 or 5 implements, almost always concluding with the thick cane second to last, followed up with the thin cane (3 mm) as it is the most intense and leaves glorious marks.

Wendel: We pretty much stick to one implement. There are the occasions where a second spanking is deemed necessary a different implement will be used .

Loki: When I give spankings I like to use multiple implements since each one has their own unique feel to them.

For example when I gave a friend of mine a caning last month, I used five canes of various thickness going from a light nursery full up to a disciplinary one on her.

Ronnie: P has used multiple implements though normally it's just the one. I think the most he's used is 3.

Hermione: I don't believe we have ever used more than four. Ron chooses three, then lets me pick the fourth one. If he's chosen mostly leather I will pick a wood paddle, and vice versa. But yesterday he chose all leather, and I added the rose paddle to the lineup to make it an all-leather session.

You have proven that variety is the spice of life!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #284

Welcome one and all to another spanko brunch. This week's topic was inspired by my good friend Erica's recent play dates with a new spanking companion. You can read about them here and here. There's lots to enjoy in her posts, but what struck me about the first one was the number of different implements "B" brought with him.

Do you ever experience spanking sessions where more than one implement is used? What is the largest number of implements ever used—by you or on youin a session?

Leave your response as a comment, as usual. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 2

Today we continue with Rollin Hand's short story, "The Wrestling Ladies". It's not like my usual erotic fare, but Rollin knew how to write for all tastes. Last week we left Bruce tingling after a public spanking in, of all ,places, a wrestling ring. He had been invited backstage, and now we find him in bit of a quandry. Should he go?

He didn’t want to wait around, so he left and went outside. He had no idea what he wanted to do and by default took to strolling aimlessly down the street. An idea struck as he chanced upon a street vendor selling flowers. That’s the ticket, he thought. He bought a bouquet and made his way back to the club.

As promised, the doorman recognized him and led him around a different way, backstage toward the dressing rooms.

“They liked you, man,” said the doorman. “Not many guys get invited back to the dressing room after a show. Yeah, they maybe got their eyes on you.”

“That’s a good thing isn’t it?” said Bruce. “Do they ever date guys? You know -- let you take them out?”

The doorman chuckled. “From what I’ve heard it’s not exactly like that. They like some guys, certain types of guys. Mostly, nice polite types like yourself who are, let’s say, obedient. But they are peculiar, I’ve heard, so watch yourself. Me, I get nervous around gals like them.”

He showed him the door and left. Bruce stood there for a moment, flower bouquet in his hand, wondering if he should knock. He was nervous. Finally he did.

The door was opened by Tawny DeVille.

“Well, look what we have here, Lara. Our friend from the show.” She opened the door and ushered him in.

Bruce gulped. He’d never seen so much feminine pulchritude so openly displayed. There were nearly a dozen women in various stages of undress casually milling around, packing costumes away and preparing to dress. Mostly they were in underwear, just bras and panties. Bruce tried not to stare.

Lara, who Bruce recognized as Madame X, came forward.

“Hello. Bruce is it?”

Bruce nodded and proffered the flowers.

She took them. “How nice. You’re a thoughtful boy.” She turned around. “See what a thoughtful young man he is? I told you. Francine,” she said addressing a stunning brunette, “find some water, could you?”

Francine smiled and took the flowers.

“You were a good sport, young man. You were not going to beat Tawny, you know. All my ladies are body builders, and they all know how to wrestle.”

Bruce could see that. They all looked athletic with well-developed legs, arms and shoulders. But that did not detract from their womanly charms one bit. Despite the intimidation factor they were all hot. Waists were tiny and breasts and buttocks were full and rounded. Bruce found himself sporting an erection which he tried to will into submission lest they see his state and disapprove.

Lara sat Bruce down and introduced him to several of the girls. Tawny DeVille was Jen. The lush redhead who’d been paddled was Virginia. Francine was a gorgeous brunette. They all chatted him up for a few minutes, one at a time. Bruce almost got the feeling that it was an interview. They asked him if he was married, whether he had a girlfriend, did he go to clubs often? Bruce truthfully answered no to all these questions and the girls seemed pleased with his answers.

Finally Lara came back over and sat down next to Bruce, her thigh touching his. She leaned in close and whispered, “I enjoyed spanking you Bruce. You have a nice tight boy butt. I hope it wasn’t too hard.” She giggled.

Bruce blushed and swallowed. Her feminine presence, so close to him was unnerving. “No, it was – I mean you didn’t… it was ok, really. Actually it was kind of nice.” He attempted a sophisticated chuckle. “It was hot, if you really want to know.”

“Really?” said Lara. She tossed her head back, now very interested. “Have you been spanked by a woman before?” She drew the question out and smiled broadly.

Bruce froze. How could he admit that the last woman to spank him had been his mom and he’d been a teenager at the time? How embarrassing was that? He’d stayed too late at a party and had come home smelling of beer and smoke. His mother, a strict and demanding matriarch, had met him at the door. Bruce made the mistake of sassing her. It was the one and only time he did, because his mother marched him upstairs, took him into her bedroom and sat on a chest at the foot of her bed while he stood. She scolded him for several minutes before grabbing her hairbrush off her vanity table. Then she issued the dreaded command that made his blood freeze, “Bruce Hanson Davis, take your pants down and get over my knee. You are getting the spanking of your life. You won’t sass me again, ever, young man.”

Despite his pleading and apologies, his mother was unmoved. Mother ran the house and once she issued a command, that was it. You obeyed. She put him over her knee as if he were a child of ten, not a mature teenager. The spanking he got with that hard hairbrush was the last, and possibly the worst, licking he’d ever received. And he’d received more than a few. The hard wood smacked his bare fanny over and over until he was a sobbing and contrite mess of a little boy. His momma spanked long, pausing at times to lecture, the lecture punctuated with sharp spanks with the brush. The searing burn was unimaginable, overwhelming him with pain and shame. It lasted a good five minutes, and when it finally ended he had hopped up and down frantically, trying to rub the sting out of his blazing bottom while tears poured from his eyes. As his mother had intended, that had taken him down a peg or two.

No, he didn’t want to tell Lara about that.

“Uh, no,” he lied, blushing beet red.

“Mmm,” she mused. “I see. So it was something new.” Then she changed the subject. “How did you feel about losing the wrestling match to a woman?”

Bruce shrugged, but the question got his dander up. “Ok, she knew some tricks. But I still think I’m stronger.”

That got a reaction. Several of the girls turned around and laughed.

Lara chuckled. “You do, do you? Well then, care for a rematch?”

Bruce, stung by the girls’ reactions, said, “Sure, why not? She surprised me that first time is all. I bet I’d win if we did it again.”

Lara flashed a broad smile. “Ok, then. Come over to our place Sunday afternoon. We have a swimming pool.” Then she added with a grin, “But swimming suits are optional. We’ll have a rematch, you and Tawny. And we’ll have a little wager.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. What now?

“If you win, Tawny is your slave for the day. She will do anything you ask.” Then Lara leaned her head in close to Bruce and looked him straight in the eyes. “And I mean anything.” She leaned back and called to Tawny, “Isn’t that right Tawny?”

“That’s right,” said Tawny. She’d been standing there, hands on hips, listening. “Mmmm…you can have me any way you want, Bruce.”

“And if I lose?” Bruce swallowed again. He had the impression of a lioness stalking a gazelle, the way she eyed him.

“If you lose – let’s see.” She tapped her finger against her lip, thinking. “I know. How about a spanking on your bare butt and you agree to be our houseboy for the day and serve us at our whim. How about that?”

A bare butt spanking? Yow! Thought Bruce. Then he looked at Tawny’s hot hardbody figure and that come hither smile. His cock surged. Damn! He was sure had not mistaken Lara’s meaning. This whole thing had just jumped to a new level.

“You’re on,” he said. “I’ll be there.”
We'll be there too, next week, right on time.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, June 17, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 16

Have you had a spanking that made you laugh?

sam & Peg: When we were visiting her mother & dad, we thought both of them had gone to church. Taking an opportunity to spank me, my wife gave me a good hard spanking with a paddle. After we came downstairs later to see her dad reading the paper we freaked. Her dad didn't look up but merely said, "Sounds like your mom has taught you well." He smiled and all three of us began laughing

Wendel Jones: There have been a few times when I lost my hold on the Misses while spanking her and she fell off my lap. The Misses would laugh until she realized that she would go back over so I could finish the spanking.

Roz: We have had a number of both fun and funny spankings over the years. From memory I think the funny spankings were mostly with implements breaking. On one occasion Rick was using the cane and giving a stern lecture etc and it broke. We both ended up laughing but it didn't stay funny for long for me as he decided it was still safe to use.

Rosco: We don’t take spanking too seriously but we do try to get into the role play so we don’t laugh much. But we’re not afraid to.

Irene has been spanking me for almost 40 years now and is quite proficient. She’s only taken to tying me down over the last 10 years or so, and she’s sometimes pretty incompetent at doing that. I laugh when she struggles and she spanks me harder and longer, so everyone wins.

Bonnie: We often laugh during spankings, and during sex too, because life is funny. When Randy the stern disciplinarian says something preposterously pompous in that deep commanding voice, sometimes it just strikes me as goofy. I can't help but giggle, even when I know my bottom will pay the price. Before long, he's usually laughing too.

I agree with Roz that broken spanking implements are hilarious. Years ago, when we relied mostly upon pervertables, this happened more often. Once he bought a light wooden paddle with a cute saying from a roadside junk shop. It snapped on the first firm swat. The saying was "Attitude Adjuster." It worked I guess, just not in the intended manner. Today, Randy makes sure to spank me with implements that are harder than my bottom.

Jack: The only time I remember laughing being a part of spanking was when my mother-in-law saw me facing the wall for the first time, She could not help herself, an adult with a very red bottom. My wife told her mother he was laughing at first.

Amy: Thankfully, Eric and I both laugh at ourselves and our dynamic at times. I once confided in him this whole fantasy about being taken in hand in the woods. We went for a hike and he did his best to make that scenario come true but who knew how uncomfortable being naked, up against a tree, when it's chilly, and your husband is trying to spank you. I kept bouncing around. Oh. Ouch. No. Not here. That's not comfortable. Try this. Uh, I'm too cold. How about in the sun? By the time he got a swat or two in, we were just laughing at the whole thing.

Hermione: Ron often makes jokes while he spanks me. One of his current favourites comes out while he wields the leather flyswatter decorated with metal studs. "It's riveting!" he declares.

Having an implement break is always cause for laughter too. We have broken a few wooden spoons, but there are always more available.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #283

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood, and I feel great! Let's keep this happy mood going by thinking about funny spanking experiences.

Have you ever had a spanking that made you laugh, or that seemed funny at the time or later? Please tell us all about it.

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

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, June 14, 2019

Friday FAIL

I always check the fabric care label before washing a new item of clothing, don't you?

Naw, me neither! But the people who made these labels are hoping that you will read them at least once.

Have a safe, sane and consensual weekend!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 1

Today's story is a little out of the ordinary, but once again Rollin Hand shows his expert ability at writing erotica. A guys' night out takes an unexpected turn. How? Read on and find out!

The Wrestling Ladies - Part 1

When Bruce was invited out by the guys in the shop he was elated. Finally, they had decided to include him in their group. He knew he was not regarded as a cool guy, but he wanted to be accepted as one of the gang. They were a cool bunch of guys from work--Brad, Jim, Harry and Nick, and now he got to join them.

"We know this really outrageous place, you'll love it," Jim told him. "It's like, a wrestling joint, you know, with chicks in bikinis wrestling each other. It is hot. You won't frickin' believe it."

That sounded good to Bruce. He could see himself laughing and carrying on with the rest of the guys as they howled at the wrestling chicks. Because that’s all he really wanted – to be one the guys.

They picked him up in Jim's car and the five of them drove to this club. It was garishly lit on the outside. Lots of neon, signs that said "Girls!" and "Nude" flashed at him as they drove up. Inside were tables set on levels and arranged around a stage, amphitheater-style. The stage had ropes like a boxing ring. The guys ordered drinks and settled in for night of fun.

Bruce felt like he'd finally arrived. This was great--whooping it up with his new buddies. He probably had a few drinks too many, though, but was having such a good time that it just felt euphoric. The lights dimmed and an announcer came out. Much to the delight of the mostly male crowd, two busty babes, one blonde, one brunette, in abbreviated bikinis were introduced as the first match of the evening. The guys hooted and hollered as they went at each other with gusto. At one point the brunette ripped off the blonde's top to roars of approval. The blonde retaliated by pinning the brunette face down and spanking her luscious bottom while she wriggled and pounded the floor with her hands.

This set the stage for the next bout--a paddling match. The MC announced that the loser of the next match would have to take a full 10 licks with the "attitude adjuster". This time the contestants were a statuesque redhead and an athletic blonde. Both were well-built and hot. Then he brought out "Madame X" who would apply the "attitude adjuster" to the lush tail of the loser. Madame X was a sight. She was six feet tall in high heels and wore a black corset with thigh-high PVC boots. A solidly built Amazon of a woman, she nonetheless had curves in all the right places. Wearing a mask like Catwoman, she carried this black leather paddle with holes in it, making a circuit of the ring holding up the paddle for all to see. The place went wild with guys hooting and clapping.

The two contestants squared off. Both were wearing brief thongs that left them nearly bare and the sight of bouncing breasts and buttocks as they tussled was hypnotic to the mostly male crowd. The rowdy audience rooted for its favorites, mindful of the fact that there was to be an interesting forfeit for the loser.

Bruce rooted for the blonde--not because he wanted her to win, so much as he wanted the redhead to lose. He was looking forward to seeing her lush buns spanked with Madame X's paddle. After two rounds of furious tussling, the blonde did get the upper hand and pinned the unfortunate red haired girl.

The guys wildly for the blonde as the announcer raised up her hand in triumph. "The winner...Trina! and our loser is ...Tess. Ohhh, Tess, Madame X would like to see you now," said the MC, hamming it up for all he was worth.

Tess looked genuinely apprehensive as she beheld Madame X crooking her finger, motioning for Tess to come to the center of the ring. As the crowd hollered, Tess turned her back and bent over dutifully grabbing her knees. Madame X grabbed her around the waist, almost holding her under her arm. With her beautifully rounded posterior sticking up nicely, Tess absorbed 10 hearty smacks of the paddle, each one laid on slowly and with much fanfare by the imperious Madame X. Tess' bouncing buns jiggled at each swat from the paddle, and judging by her shrill yelps and the redness infusing her seat, they were real paddle swats.

By this time Bruce had a raging hard-on and was well lubricated as well.

"Man, that gal really got her tail fanned," said Jim.

"No way would I want that to be me," added Nick.

"I don't know," said Bruce, "maybe it was fake--special effects or something."

"Oh?" said Harry, eyebrows raised. "You think it was fake?"

"I dunno," drawled Bruce, now unsure of himself. "It just didn't look like that big a deal."

"I don't know, Bruce," said Jim, "they claim these paddlings are the real thing." Then he grinned. "Maybe there's a way to find out."

The MC was back now and with him was a tall, well built blonde. She had closely cropped hair and a trim athletic body. Bruce noticed the high set but not overly large breasts and the long well muscled legs. She looked like she did weight training. The broad shoulders and toned arms looked powerful. She was quite alluring, and in her two piece bikini there was not much left to the imagination. To Bruce it seemed like she looked more fit than the others. Bruce didn't see an opponent.

"What's going on? Who's she going to wrestle?"

The rest of the guys smiled at each other--like they had seen this before, but Nick said, "Hell, I dunno. Do you know, Jim?"

"Beats me," said Jim.

Their attention shifted at the sound of the MC's voice.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the part of the evening that you have all been waiting for--our challenge match." The room erupted with applause and cheers. Clearly, Bruce mused, this was a crowd favorite.

"That's right, Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we issue a challenge--to anyone, male or female, who can defeat our champion, our own--Terrible Tawny DeVille." The place went wild. The MC waited for the hooting and cheering to die down.

"If there are any among you who will dare wrestle Terrible Tawny, a reward awaits you. I will give $500, that's right, folks, $500 to the man or woman who can pin Tawny DeVille."

As the room erupted again, Jim said," How about it Bruce, think you can take her?"

"Yeah, Bruce, how 'bout you, you're a strong guy. Wow, $500 is good money."

"C'mon Bruce, she's just a girl."

Bruce was feeling no pain, but, wow, wrestle a girl? Still $500 was not bad.

"But that's it, Jim, Nick, she's a girl."

"Well, if you're chicken..." Nick didn't have to finish.

Bruce stood up. Waved his arms. "Here, me....hey...over here."

The announcer saw him. "There, right, there. The gentleman standing. Come on down, sir."

Bruce grinned and sauntered down to the stage.

The MC stuck a microphone in his face. "And your name is?"

"Uh, Bruce." Bruce was grinning like an idiot. His buddies were cheering him on.

"Very good, Bruce. Tell me--are you ready to wrestle? Are you ready, for the grand prize of $500, to take on our lovely Tawny Deville?"

"Yeah. I'm game."

"He's game, folks. We have a challenger."

Bruce raised his hands as the crowd hooted.

"OK, Bruce. Let me explain the rules of our little contest. It's one round. You wrestle until one of you is pinned or you holler 'uncle'. There is no punching or kicking or hitting But if you lose” And here he paused for effect. “Your fate awaits you...and it is terrible one indeed."

Cheering erupted, but a cold chill crept up Bruce's back.

"If you lose, you have an appointment with Madame X—and her paddle. Ten hearty swats.” He smiled broadly. Did Bruce hear that right? Get spanked by Madame X? He was stunned. He almost didn’t hear the next part.

“Do you accept the challenge? Do you dare?"

Oh my God, thought Bruce, but it was too late. He couldn't back out now. The crowd was roaring and Bruce knew that his buddies were waiting to see if he would chicken out.

"Y-yes, I'll do it," he said somewhat weakly. What had he gotten himself into? He flushed, chagrinned as he contemplated the embarrassing prospect of being paddled by that woman.

They took Bruce backstage and fitted him in a brief Speedo that had him blushing at how ridiculous he looked. He felt nearly naked. When he emerged back into the lights amid howls and jeers, the first thing he saw was Tawny DeVille standing in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips with a wide grin on her face.

They faced off. A bell clanged. Bruce had no idea what to do. The whole thing was terrifying now. He shuffled around, arms outstretched, emulating what he thought he’d seen wrestlers do. Tawny DeVille just smiled and waited. Finally Bruce decided that he had to do something. So he lunged in. His opponent grabbed his wrist and swept her foot behind his. They fell to the mat in a heap. Bruce felt her grab him from the rear in some sort of hold. At the same time he could feel her, her breasts crushing against his back. He managed to turn it around and fell on top of her in a parody of a sexual position. Bruce tried to pin her, but she slipped away and dropped him again, this time sitting on his face. His nose was almost up her crotch. He could smell the musky scent of her. He brought his hands up and palmed her buttocks, trying to push her off. She reversed her position and laid her body across his chest. By now Bruce was exhausted. He had nothing left. Tawny DeVille pressed his shoulders down and pinned him. The bell rang.

Tawny DeVille stood up, victorious. She even extended her hand and pulled Bruce to his feet. He stood on wobbly legs.

“And the winner is---our own Tawny DeVille!” The announcer boomed it out with glee. Bruce tried to regain control of his breathing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the formidable figure of Madame X entering the ring—with her paddle.

“And nowwww---“ The announcer leered at Bruce. “---Our unfortunate loser must take his licks. Madame X, if you will.”

Madame X put her foot on a stool at the center of the ring and crooked her finger at Bruce. The whole place was coming down, shouting and screaming at Madame X, Bruce and everyone else. Bruce tentatively came forward. Good grief, the woman was big and built. No question-- she was all woman, with all the requisite curves, but she had the muscles of a bodybuilder.

She lifted Bruce like he was a rag doll and put him over her propped up knee. Bruce hung there, his butt pointed skyward and his legs waving in the air. Then, WHAP! The paddle smacked his ass and he jumped. It stung! The crowd roared its approval.
WHACK! He got another one. Yow! His ass stung even worse. The heat was beginning to build. He realized then that the paddle was made of some springy material that not only made a lot of noise but generated some real heat.

Smack! Another one made him kick his legs back. Crack! Good grief! His butt was ablaze.

Still, six more swats with that paddle to come, and he was feeling it. His behind really burned, reminding him of childhood spankings from the past, how the sting would make him burst into tears begging his mom to stop. But it didn’t stop until he had all ten solidly applied licks. When it was over Madame X put Bruce on his feet and slyly patted his behind. She whispered in his ear, “You’re a good sport. Come backstage after the show. I’ll let the doorman know.”

Bruce didn’t know what to make of that. He was escorted back to a dressing room where he rubbed his burning buttocks, trying to put out the fire. He put his street clothes back on and while the next match was going on, he slipped back in to watch. He didn’t feel much like rejoining his supposed friends. Obviously, this had been a set up and he had fallen for it. It made him sad, but there was one bright spot. He had been invited backstage. That caused a little flutter of arousal. The wrestling match had actually made him hard. All that body contact with a hot number like Tawny DeVille, the feeling of rubbing up against breasts and buttocks with various body parts. The paddling had been arousing too, and he thought that odd. There was just a warm glow in his seat now that was making him randy as hell. All he knew was that he would very much like to see these women again.
Next week we join Bruce as he goes backstage for...who knows what?
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, June 10, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 9

How do you feel about bruises?

Peter: When she chooses the wood paddle it leaves bruises. The cane a few lite marks.
I like to see them later in mirror, love how she pats my ass gently when bruised.

Fred: As we get older, we are well into retirement years now, we bruise more and they take longer to heal. We have tried Arnica but it does not make much difference. It's just a fact of being old and kinky! It does not stop us having fun.

QBuzz: Recently we have purchased a tawse and my partner has discovered that vigorous application leaves quite a lot of bruising on my backside, which we both appreciate (I do not use the tawse on her, as she has declared that it is 'just for boys').

Amy: When Eric and I first started spanking he promised not to ever leave a mark. I was disappointed and trust me, he got over it quickly. The bruises aren't crazy but they make the whole experience last longer and it's a nice reminder that he was there.

Joe: My wife will leave a bruise on my bottom once in a while which does not bother me but sometimes does her. I tell her it just means she did a good job because I really enjoy her spanking me.

Simon: I don't bruise much unless something really heavy like a thick wooden paddle is used but I do have another problem. After over 40 years of being spanked, caned, strapped and paddled my bottom has several weak spots. Sometimes even a fairly straightforward punishment will cause my bottom to bleed. It is especially a problem if I'm caned and that is very annoying because I love the cane. Fortunately I have someone there who will apply a plaster because it is impossible to put one on your own bum with any accuracy.

Roz: I have on occasion been left with bruising and marks after a spanking. I personally love having both the visual reminder and being able to feel it for a few days. Depending on the severity of the bruising we have used arnica cream.

Jack: No bruising, but very red and warm and stinging after my wife spanks me.

Barrel: I only bruise after a punishment type session, and then only when my wife wields her hair brush and hard rubber paddle severely, which I love. The bruises last several days and are a badge of honor I wear with pride. I have even shown off the lingering weals on the sides of my thighs after a spirited caning with our 3 mm delrin cane to a female friend who knows of our lifestyle. My wife’s favorite hair brush has ribs on the back (think wide corduroy), that pinches my flesh when applied sternly and leaves thin blood blisters that can take 6 weeks to disappear.

Bonnie: I agree with Roz. We see bruises occasionally, but they aren't a problem.

Hermione: I have had bruises occasionally, in the early days of our spanking experiments. I bought arnica (proudly, I might add) and applied it. I enjoyed the sight, but Ron was concerned that he had been too rough. My bottom has now toughened up and I rarely bruise.

Thank you for discussing being black and blue with me.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #282

It's the weekend, and time for our regular discussion time. So let's talk about blue and related colours.

Do you or your partner experience bruising following a spanking? How do you both feel about the bruises? Do you apply any remedy to reduce the discoloration?

Leave your reply as a comment, and I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has had an opportunity to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, June 7, 2019

Friday FAIL

We all make mistakes, but these are worthy of a good spanking. Scroll down and see if you agree.

Ummm, wrong colour, doncha think?

Easily fixed. Just turn the cup inside out!

That's some fake news

See that Nike swoosh?

You had one job...

From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

From the Top Shelf - Oaks and Pines

Today I welcome Brigitte and Martine to our blogging family. They have a brand new blog called O&P Spanking Stories, and their stories are pretty hot! There are three stories to choose from, so I'll leave the choice up to you.
  • The Neighbours
  • Unfinished Business
  • Wee-wee Girls
Read one, two or all three! From Hermione's Heart

Monday, June 3, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for June 2

Where do you hide your spanking toys?

Liza: The bedroom nightstand. Your question reminds me of something that happened.
Before my husband and I were married, we would stay at his parents' house when they were away because we lived across the state from each other. The riding crop fell under the bed and we forgot about it. The next time my husband saw his mom, she handed the crop to him and said, "I believe this is yours. Dad and I have our own." Lol My MIL is the only person that can embarrass my husband.

Roz: Our toys are kept in the bedroom wardrobe and bedside drawers. Visitors would have to be looking to find them and fortunately it hasn't happened...yet! As far as we know anyway!

Joe: Ours are kept in drawers in our bedroom were no else goes but sometimes used in different places. Once a leather strap was forgotten in the living room and when our adult daughter found it my wife just smiled and put it away.

Anon 1: I answer the questions from friends and family. My wife's razor strap stays hanging on the bedroom wall regardless of who is visiting. Don't know how many times I've had four crimson cheeks at the same time over the years!

Jack: Hide, not my wife. The hairbrush hangs in the kitchen, no other items. Spankings are not for entertainment, they serve a purpose. It is well known who rules the house.

Glenmoretales: They are well hidden except for the bath brush which hangs innocently in our ensuite.
As for them being discovered, well that depends who discovers them doesn't it?

Willie: B is like a little squirrel. He has his things stashed all over the house. The vast majority are under the bed in containers of some sort. The longer ones are in his top drawer under clothes. Once in a while he'll pull something out from under the mattress, and some are kept in his night stand. He also has stored some in the furnace room or has created pervertables in there.

I keep waiting for someone to ask why there is a ring bolt in our bedroom ceiling but no one has. LOL

Rosco: We have a locked box in our bedroom. The (grown) kids have asked once or twice what is inside when they visit.

My sister-in-law found a riding crop when she stayed over once, and neighbors have over heard us a few times - that we know of.

Irene will sometimes spank me then tie me to a chair in her closet and close the door. Or she will tie me to the bed and spank me. Then she will leave me to reflect on my behavior for 30 minutes or so. When she returns she will pretend to be somebody else discovering that I am a naughty boy who needs to be punished.

But we have never really been caught.

Ronnie: Most are now kept in our bedroom wardrobe. A couple under the mattress and under the bed. No one has spotted anything so far or at least I don't think so.

QBuzz: Most are in the wardrobe where few would look, though a few are hanging on the back of the bedroom door beneath our dressing gowns. I'm sure nobody will ever find them...

Anon 2: The paddle is between the mattress and boxspring, the belt is always on Sir, and the rest is in a briefcase with a lock in our closet.

Barrel: Every toy we have, except one, is in one of those triangular FedEx shipping boxes that is long enough to hold our two canes and one riding crop that are lengthy. It lives behind my closet door as I am always ordered to fetch her selection. I hang the wrist straps of the leather strap and rubber paddle on the box tabs to ease their access. The only implement that lives in a different place is her hair brush, which resides in her makeup drawer, which is opened daily...a constant reminder.

Wendel: They are all hidden in our room. Some in the drawers and other in the closet. Pretty sure the Misses’ sister knows we spank each other so I wouldn’t be surprised if she has gone snooping for implements.

Hermione: When our family comes to visit, I take all the implements down from the rack on the wall and put them into a drawer. In their place I hang necklaces on the empty pegs. I throw a pashmina over the ones hanging on the door, while the small ones are in a box hidden under the bed. Then I put childproof doorknob protectors on the rooms and shut the doors. (That will work until the children are a few years older.)

Tomorrow I promise I'll share a special story with you.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #281

It's a fine June day, just right for brunch on the terrace. While we're here, let's consider a problem that most of us have had to deal with at one time or another.

Friends or family are coming over for a visit, and if they saw your spanking toys there would be some awkward questions. Where do you hide your implements?

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

Saturday, June 1, 2019

You Completed the Caption

Rosco: Who knows? I wonder if she knows I’m watching her, admiring her big beautiful bottom. I wish I had the courage to say introduce myself and perhaps offer to help Hilda with her sunscreen.

I’m also wondering what it says on the seat of her bikini bottom.

But if she is watching boys, I’m jealous.

Tomy Nash: I think her hubby is dong something he's not supposed to and he's going over the lovely lap later.

QBuzz: Caught perving on the lifeguards at the nearby beach, Hilda was completely unaware of the vulnerability of her bottom as her husband's belt slipped quietly from its loops.

Anon 1: Hermione watched the spanking party that was taking place on the distant sailboat with great delight and wondered how she could get herself an invitation to join the fun.

Ronnie: Hilda knew that spying on Peter and his friends would get her spanked. Now how could she get him to catch her.

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea.
He put me across his knee.
He'll come back and paddle me.
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Anon 2: Hilda's husband had given her permission to borrow his spyglass to watch the sea birds and look for whales, but when she heard cries for help coming from the sailboat, she directed her attention to what was happening on the deck of the ship. To her surprise, she discovered that what she was hearing were the painful cries of the first mate, who was bent over the boat's railing as the captain applied a paddle to her bare bottom while other members of the all-female crew looked on. Hilda watched with a mixture of delight and trepidation as the captain meted out the same punishment to each of the other crew members, then made them all line up and stand at attention with their red bottoms on full display while he steered the boat over the horizon. Hilda made sure to document what she had witnessed by taking several photographs of the proceedings so she could show her husband what had happened and demand that he take action to remedy the situation, which he did by putting her over his knee, removing her bikini bottom, and using a hairbrush to blister her ample posterior for being such a nosy busybody, and for disobeying his directive that she stop using his spyglass and camera to pry into people's private lives.

KDPierre: Hilda soon learned the drawbacks of ordering sod from overseas.

[Rosco: If past illustrations are any clue, I believe Hilda is partial to wearing recycled sacks that say "flour" on them.]

Hermione: Hilda was so engrossed in watching Stuart's paddle-laden ship, she never heard Cameron "The Canemaster" Johnson creep up behind her.

That was so much fun! Let's keep the party going with brunch, coming up next.
From Hermione's Heart