Wednesday, July 31, 2019

What did they see?

Yesterday morning we were rudely awakened at 3:30 am by a loud, persistent honking noise.

"What's that?" asked Ron sleepily.

"The carbon monoxide detector. We've got to get up and call 911," I replied. I tucked our dog under one arm and hurried to the study where I grabbed the phone and punched in the number. The dispatcher told us to keep the doors and windows closed as the firefighters would be testing the air with sensors.

Ron was simultaneously getting dressed and trying to silence the alarm. I thought putting some clothes on might be a good idea so I put our dog down on the bed and slipped into sweatpants and t-shirt. Then I told Ron to come outside and wait for help to arrive.

I went out into the warm night with my furbaby firmly tucked under my arm and listened. The fire station is only a couple of blocks away so I knew they wouldn't be long. Ron still hadn't exited so when I heard the rumble of a large vehicle I called to him to hurry up, they were almost here.

Then suddenly I remembered our collection of spanking toys displayed on the wall. Where would they actually go with their sensors? Was Ron trying to hide them at the risk of his safety? Ron finally appeared in the doorway with the dog's leash, just in case. I decided not to mention the toys to him. The firefighters had probably seen it all before, and it might make a good story for them to tell back at the station.

The truck pulled up outside our house and three men dressed in full firefighting gear came up the drive.

"Well, you're up," one of them cheerfully greeted us. The three trooped inside and we could hear the persistent honks of the detector. After a few minutes the lead man came out and told us their sensors had not detected any lethal gas or CO.

"Have you done any laundry lately? The house smells like fabric softener or Febreeze," he asked. Then I realized what the noticeable odour was. Ron had spray painted a piece of furniture the previous afternoon, and because of the weather, he had done it in the basement beside the furnace. I told the firefighter that, and he said that the paint odour had been picked up by the air conditioner and circulated through the house and finally set off the alarm. He noticed that the CO detector was nearly at its expiry date, and that they often go wonky before they expire. It couldn't be reset, so we promised to buy a new one that day.

We thanked the men and they departed. We checked the house as we turned off the lights, and figured they had only been in the basement, and maybe in the upstairs hall.

All's well that ends well. Our new CO detector is in position, the painting project is out in the garden shed, and our secret is safe.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 29, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 28

Have you ever done or said something that you now regret, and need to be spanked for?

Anon 1: It is not a regret, but spankings I need. My girlfriend at the time, now my wife would with a smile say a spanking would do me good, that was all. I don't regret what I did to finally get her to spank me, but the timing was not right at all. I went to her apartment to pick her up for dinner, I was just wearing a long coat, nothing under, so when she opened the door I would flash her. What happened I did not expect, it was her best friend who opened the door, and then calmly said it for you Susan. I quickly stepped inside and Susan looked at me, smiled, and grabbed my arm. Off with the coat she said and I protested until she finally had enough and it was off. I was soon over her lap, her friend had gotten the hairbrush and the spanking I wanted, was happening but not the way I wanted it to happen.

Alex: I am usually the one doing the spanking, but after confessing to my fiancé that while away in another country for my job, I had an affair with a woman for seven months. When I returned home I never told her about it. She had told me if I had done anything while i was away I should confess it before we married. I didn't and we got married. After a few years we were about to begin family planning. At that time my wife warned me that if I had committed any infidelity either before or since we married and I had not confessed it and she discovered it later she would leave me.

If there was one thing I knew about her was she meant it. I was riddled both with guilt as well as fear if she found out she would leave me. She had been off the pill about seven months when one nite after we had sex I blurted out my confession. Five minutes after I confessed she was out of the house.The next four months were the worst of my life. Finally our counselor aherranged for a face to face session. She finally asked to speak to the woman, who by that time was in the states.To this day I am not sure what was said between them. The only thing my wife would reveal was that my former lover told her I needed to be spanked for anything i did wrong. My wife took it literally and that weekend she developed our procedure.

Weekly I kneel before her naked and holding her hand confess anything i had done wrong. And so it began.... that was 5 years ago. Every Saturday  I strip naked and confess. Sometimes I am not punished; other times like telling her a lie about a business trip so I could sneak off to Vegas with fellow workers for a quick 24 hours of gambling earned me two months of bare assed spankings with my own belt. ( it is a very thick black leather two inch wide belt that leaves marks welts for days.) Strangely when two months were over, I missed the connection between us. Now when I feel that craving I ask for it.

My wife says she knows a few days before I ask when I crave it. It isn't the pain I crave but it is a way to show her my need for her..

Roz: A number of years ago I spent the day visiting my parents who, at the time lived about an hour away and the trip included driving over a notorious mountain range. Rick always worried about me doing that drive and was also away at the time and I failed to let him know once I was home safely. He was beside himself with worry. The weather had also been dodgy that day and we later found out someone did indeed crash on that road that night.

This resulted in a fairly serious spanking. I felt terrible for worrying Rick like that, and really had no excuse. The spanking cleared the air for both of us.

Prefectdt: I have a list as long as my arm is not long enough for that comparison.

One thing that I greatly regret and have never been corrected for is the awful moustache that I grew, as soon as I was able to, back in the 1980's. I grew it because Midge Ure of the band Ultravox had one and I thought it was cool at the time. I wore that moustache until 1993 and now every time that I look at a photograph of myself, from that era, I cringe and wish that someone had bought me to book about it. It truly was a terrible moustache.

Domhnall: With my wife’s permission, I have been seeing a professional disciplinarian for over ten years. On two occasions I confessed a past error to her and asked to be dealt with. These past errors had been troubling me for many years and, to my surprise, the discipline sessions actually set me free from the guilt I had been experiencing. To be honest, I had always felt that discipline spankings were similar to role playing but I found the experience to be very effective in clearing my conscience and would avail myself of the experience again should the need arise.

Barrel: Yes, I have said some things in the past that I regret. 20 years later, I am embarrassed I said the things I did. My wife employed disciplinary spankings, first to relieve her frustration with me, and second to try to teach me a lesson. I have mellowed a bit as I age and she has not had the need to discipline me in the same manner. Today our thrashings are more stress relief for me. She can read me when one is needed and I am getting better at knowing the same, and asking for a serious session. Life, including spanking, is really good right now.

Wendel: We will get into arguments and stop talking to each other for a few hours. As we start to make up I usually request a spanking with the belt for arguing. After she whips my bottom The Misses will request a spanking for her part in the fight. When the spankings are over we hold each other tight and remember how much we love each other (and how sore our bottoms are).
Also, Every so often the Missies will come home from shopping carrying lots of bags. She’ll go straight for the paddle and present it to me requesting a spanking for spending too much.

Hermione: When I was at university I had a summer job at a discount store. In those days security was very lax; no cameras or scanners, all transactions were manual, and I was sometimes the only employee on the floor. I often helped myself to the merchandise without paying for it. Nothing large or valuable, just small things. I knew it was wrong but it was just so easy, and the temptation was too much to resist. I have long since given up my thieving tendencies and have never shoplifted since that time, but I really deserve a spanking for my summer of crime.

That was cathartic! Thank you all for your confessions.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #289

It's time to enjoy some delicious treats and talk about spanking. We all enjoy spanking for various reasons, so let's consider one of them today. Punishment might not be a reason for you to spank or be spanked, but let's imagine that it's a possibility.

Have you ever done or said something that you now regret, and need to be punished for? Would a spanking clear your conscience? If you are a top, is there something that your partner has done that would be remedied with a spanking?

As always, leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, July 27, 2019

You finished the sentence

When I'm alone, I like to...

Anon 1: my F/m magazines, hoping that I'm caught and I get the spanking I want.

PK: ...let stories and fantasies run through my mind and then capture them in writing.

Anon 2: ...have a warm soak in the tub, thinking of being spanked and end up masturbating.

Morningstar: ...colour. As boring as this sounds, nothing kinky mostly fantasy I never knew it could be so soothing!

Prefectdt: It's the only time I can do this without people laughing.

Windy: ...listen to my Spotify playlist as I am in the kitchen doing food prep. I do not listen to music on purpose at many other times because it feels like too much noise. But, when I am alone, I like to listen to some personally chosen songs that free my mind, lift my spirits, and inspire me to write.

Anon 3: ...sing opera, very loudly and to an imaginary audience.

Ronnie: ...have the radio loud while I do my housework and sing and dance along.

Roz: ...sing while doing chores. Seems to be a popular theme.

Wendel: movies at full volume and eat my favorite foods.

Rosco: music loudly when i am alone and cooking. When I am alone and at work, I like the ability to focus on long-term projects. When I am in bed alone, either when I wake up or before I go to sleep, I like to listen to my wife of anybody else who is up and about.

Bernie: ...I try to figure out my life. Some of it I get, some not.

Hermione: ...polish the wooden paddles and saddle-soap the leather ones.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Finish this sentence

We haven't played this game for a while, so let's give this one a try:

When I'm alone, I like to...

Finish the sentence in any way you like. Kinky or vanilla - it's up to you. Just have fun with it. I'll publish your complete sentences on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

From the Top Shelf - A Dinner Party with a Difference

Today's selection from the top shelf is an excerpt from Maid's Night In, an anonymously written novel about the erotic awakening of a Victorian girl. I first published it on this blog nine years ago, but many of you may have not seen it.

Beatrice and her sister have gone to live with their aunt and uncle, who have certain proclivities to corporal punishment. The scene is a formal evening reception. The girls are watching, and Beatrice narrates.
There was quiet again. The music ceased....The Lady Arabella was announced.

"Let her enter and be brought here," I heard my uncle say. There was a sound as if of a heavy table moving...I saw the woman enter. Her coiffure was exquisite. A diamond choker, a swan neck. Her curves were elegant beneath a swathing white gown of satin flecked with red. The collar of her gown was raised slightly, as one sees in portraits of the Elizabethans. She wore a look of coldness and distance. Her lips were full, her nose long and straight. Her eyelids were shadowed in initiation of the early Egyptians.

She made to step back as my uncle reached her. Behind her entered a man of military look, impeccable in a black jacket and white trousers, as was the evening fashion then. I judged the years between them. She was the younger.

"Not here. It is unseemly," she said.

"No," the woman said in answer to some muttered remark.

"Not here," the woman said again... The chandeliers danced their crystal diamonds. The Lady Arabella was moving forward. As if through water she moved. An older woman moved beside her, a hand cupping her elbow. The older woman wore a purple dress. Her vulgarity was obvious.

"Arabella, my sweet, you will come to dinner tomorrow night? The Sandhursts are coming," her voice cooed.

"I do not know. Perhaps, yes. I must look at my diary, of course."

Arabella' s look was constrained, her lips set. Behind her, the man who had escorted her in was nudging her bottom. It was of an ample size, though not too large by comparison with her stately curves. Her face turned to her escort as if pleading. He shook his head. I saw the table then. It had indeed been pushed forward. Upon its nearest edge was a large velvet cushion. Her long legs appeared to stiffen as she approached it. Her footsteps dragged. Her shoes were silver as I saw from the occasional peeping of her toes beneath the hem of her gown.

There were murmurings, whispers, protestations, retreats. The doors to the morning room opened an closed, re-opened and closed again.

"It is private," I heard my aunt say to others. The room was stiller. I heard a cry from Arabella.

"Lift her gown fully," a voice said. "Hold her arms."

"Not here..." She seemed unable to say anything else. Not here, not here, not here, not here. A rustling sound. Slight creak of wood. A gasp. Plaintive.

"Remove her drawers."

"She was unseemly. Is she not betrothed to him?" It was my aunt's voice. She spoke to the escort. His voice was dry and thin.

"Improper," he replied. The word fell like the closing of a book. "Take them right off. Do not let her kick," he said.

"No! Not the birch!" A wail from Arabella. The modulation of my aunt's voice and the military gentleman's amused me. They were tonally flat--courteous. Would he have her bound, my aunt asked. It was not necessary, he said, but her wrists should be held.

She was bent over the table, the globes of her bottom gleaming. Her garters were white satin, flecked with red. The deep of her grooves--the inrolling. Her breathing came to me, filtering its small waiting sobs. The dry rustling sound of a birch. I had never yet tasted the twigs. It was said that they should be softened first.

"Not bound," My aunt said. Her voice sounded slmost regretful. "Hilda, you will hold her wrists tight. Stretch her arms out."


The long, sweet aristocratic cry came as the first swishing came. It sounded not as violently as I thought.

"No! Nooooo!" A further cry. Her sobbing rose like violins. A creaking of table. Beneath her raised gown, her underskirt, her chemise, the velvet cushion pressed against her belly. There was comfort. I comforted myself with the comfort.

The sounds went on. The birch swished gently but firmly as it seemed to me. First across one cheek then the other. The bouncy hemispheres reddened and squirmed. Streaks of heat. Was it like the strap?

"Ask her now," the man said. There was whispering, a quavering cry. A negative. Refusal. "Three more," he said. "Her drawers were down when I caught them together."

My aunt tutted. The small dots of her tutting impinged across the sobs, the swishings. They flew like small birds across the room.

"Whaaah! Nooooooo! Wha-aaaaaa!" Arabella sobbed... There was quiet. Her tears shone upon the polished wood of the table.

"Ask her again." The same voice, impassive, quiet. The sobs were unending.

"Have you before?" my aunt asked. It was her garden voice, clear and enquiring. The lilt of a question mark that could not fail to invite.

"Twice, but she resists. What does she say?" he asked.

"I cannot hear. Arabella, you must speak, my dear, or take the birch again." The woman who held her wrists spoke.

"I c...c...cannot. No--yes--oh!"

Silence. "Have her dress," my aunt said at last. "Hilda, see to her hair, bathe her face, she has been good."

The doors to the morning room were re-opened. A flooding of people, a flurry of voices. Enquiries. My aunt would not answer. The deeper voice of my uncle said occasionally, "I do not know."

...As we reached the bottom of the stairs she began to descend. Accompanying her was the older woman in purple. Their eyes passed across us unseeing.

"And there will be a garden party--for the church, you know," the woman in purple said.

Arabella's eyes were clear, her voice soft and beautifully modulated.

"Of course, I should love to come," she replied. They entered the drawing room together.
  The author has quite a sensuous way of describing the scene.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 22, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 21

Does hot weather have an impact on spanking?

Wendel Jones: The house is air conditioned so we do not feel the heat until after the spanking is over.

Prefectdt: I have never postponed a planned spanking because of hot weather. My fun play encounters often involve some preparation and travelling, so I have refrained from arranging a spanking, if the weather looks like being humid. High humidity (with all it's icky sweatiness) bothers me far more than dry heat.

Roz: I don't think we have postponed a spanking due to hot weather. However I am always paranoid spanking during summer with neighbours with windows and doors open and generally being outside more.

Arched one: Like so many others when it's hot and humid outside we have the air cond. on. that way the only thing that is hot is my bottom when she spanks me.

Barrel: As we live in the desert southwest of the US, if we let the heat impact us, I’d never get spanked. In fact, last Friday we had the most intense caning and hair brush spanking we have ever shared and the temperature was 107 F (42C). We even went out to lunch where she vividly described the punishment she had planned. I don’t think the heat was any influence as I turned the AC down before we started, but I have become more aware that I sweat during punishment sessions. Interesting topic. Thanks

Anon: No postponing! My spankings are strictly punishment and all occur in year round cool basement - aka "urban woodshed". As for steamy upstairs afterwards, well we all know a damp bottom stings far worse than a dry one, but as I said it's punishment and suffering some times more than others is just the price I have to pay.

Peter: My wife feels it is a good time to spank. A good hard session in the heat reminds me all
day of why my damp bottom hurts so much!

Bonnie: I don't recall such an occasion, but I will guess that we probably did.

Bernie: It's 102F right now and the house is a little warm. I don't think that would deter us, but for one thing: I'm hot an sweaty from working outside. A shower would be necessary. Think I'll do that and ...

QBuzz: Not too hot for spanking (that's why ice cubes were invented after all). Though maybe too hot for dressing up :)

Yorkie: Can’t say that we have.

Joe: No never. AC solves that

Ronnie: I don't think we ever have. Last year we did use a portable fan once or twice.

Hermione: We have AC but while the bottom floor is cool, the main level is moderate and upstairs is too warm for comfort. Ron minds the heat more than I do so I thought he would postpone Saturday playtime, but no such luck. He said the paddles would provide all the cool breeze we needed. The after-play spritz of water was quite refreshing!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #288

Welcome one and all to our regularly-scheduled spanko brunch. Whew! It's hot here today. In fact, much of North America is experiencing unusually high daytime and nighttime temperatures. That made me wonder: is it ever too hot for spanking?

Have you ever postponed a spanking because of the heat? Have you taken steps to make a hot weather spanking more comfortable for either of you?

Everyone is welcome to join the conversation. Leave your response as a comment below, and I'll publish an edited summary of our discussion after everyone has had the opportunity to join in.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, July 20, 2019

You Completed the Caption

KDPierre: Violinist in disgrace: (to viewer) "I botched the fingering on the Bach Partita I don't mind the punishment so much.... it's just that I'm allergic to rosin."

Anon 1: You call that allegro, here is a proper allegro.

Rosco: Miss Smythington paused, having just realized that her precocious pupil had been misbehaving on purpose so she could "earn" a weekly spanking. What to do? Send her to bed without supper, or give her a REAL thrashing.

Anon 2: Maybe this will help you keep better time. Now count with me ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ...

Your lack of practice has resulted in you producing nothing but squawking sounds that torture my ears every time you draw that bow across those strings. Now it's my turn to use this bow to torture your rear and produce squawking sounds that are music to my ears.

After that performance it's time you learned a new bowing technique that should help you focus better next time.

Enzo: Unfortunately I am not good at these. Regardless, I do love the expressions, especially the distraught look on the one girl about to be thrashed. Would love to see the "after" picture effect of that bow.

Barrel: Let me show you what 6/8 time is!

Wendel: Stephanie is an excellent violinist and practices 4 hours every day. She is just getting whipped for not eating her vegetables.

Hermione: Harriet was very sorry that she had tried the old excuse of "the dog ate my sheet music" on Miss Chambers.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Complete the Caption

What's happening here? Is it a violin lesson gone off the rails? Did a string break? Was that last passage just too out of tune for the harried teacher? How would you caption this photo?

I'll publish your suggestions on Saturday, and I can't wait to see what you come up with!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 14

Have you ever given or received a spanking when a third person was present?

Roz: Great question Hermione. We went to a BDSM function once and Rick decided to spank me. There was nobody else in the room to begin with but a few started watching from the doorway or came in briefly. I just kept my head buried! I didn't want to eyeball anyone lol. Other than that, there has never been anyone else present.

QBuzz: I attended a couple of spanking parties with three men and two ladies in attendance. The men spanked all the women and the women spanked each other (all done in front of everyone else of course).

I love the idea of a third party being involved and either watching or participating. Not sure if it'd work in reality though

Wendel: Never had anyone watch and not really interested in having spectators.

Anon 1: If wife is going "blister me raw" for a real screw up she will have a witness, of her choosing, present. And trust me the person is not there to save my ass in any way. It's usually female friend or relative, but sometimes it's an elderly male friend to add to humiliation.

Anon 2: My first spanking as an adult was such a case. Shortly after we started dating I was told I best improve my language and attitude or she would make wish I had. Well I went to far and one Saturday morning I found myself across her lap, thinking at first this was a joke, but soon learned otherwise, kicking, pleading, when her Mother dropped in. Please stop I said, no more, her mother said, about time and left the room, when she came back she handed her daughter a hairbrush, does wonders, and it sure did. I danced around the room rubbing, I had kicked off my underpants and could care less all was on display. It was facing the wall, the two talked, I just wanted to get dressed.

Yorkie: That would be a big, fat no and there never will be.

Anon 3:  The worse spanking I got, the one I dreaded the most, was in the presence of her best friend. The spanking was happening when she dropped in, my wife said nothing and applied that paddle fast and hard.

Joe: No so far there as not been a third party present during my spankings but I am hoping that will change. My wife only spanks me because I ask her to and it has taken some time for to learn how as she was afraid of hurting me in the beginning and had to learn the difference between hurt and injure. She is a very private person so a third party may not happen, just hope the spankings continue and keep getting better.

Prefectdt: Yes but that was due to certain circumstances back in the 1990's. I was happy for a third party to be present but not to interfere. The interaction had to be solely between the top and myself.

Welcome back! It's lovely to hear from you again!

Barrel: We have never had a third person witness or participate in our spankings. I would welcome it...I think. My wife, I am skeptical. She has an ideal candidate in her divorced exercise instructor who is quite a flirt, active in the nightlife scene and comes across as a bit edgy. Nevertheless, I am not holding my breath as our sessions almost always conclude with intimacy.

Liza: No. My husband and I have no interest in a third party present.
I've been curious about something. I've noticed quite a few comments about men being spanked by their wives and there are one or more women present, and a lot of times the mother-in-law spanks the husband. I've never seen a comment about a wife spanked with the husband's friends present or being spanked by the father-in-law. Does this ever happen?

Readers, does it?

Ronnie: I think I would like to watch someone getting spanked but wouldn't like anyone watching me getting spanked.

Red: Yes, I have been watched by Danielle's husband Tom, and by Cindy being spanked. However, I really never wondered what I looked like, or how I was seen to be reacting, nor what they were thinking, because Danielle is such an effective and dominant spanker that my mind only was with what she was stating, or the spanks I was receiving.

In addition, we did attend a week-end spanking party, but it had wonderful times, but some not so wonderful also. One must be careful with whom one "PLAYS". Most people were great. I would like to watch someone else be spanked, and that did happen at the party.

I would like to meet other spankers, but most in North America are too shy to meet. (hint hint)

Realblueyes: A couple of years ago I did something really stupid and my GF decided to spank me in front of a couple of her nurse friends. I was blindfolded in our bed room then led out to our living room were her friends were enjoying a glass of wine. I was draped across C's lap and she began. Started off gently but got serious quickly. It was the hardest and longest spanking I have ever gotten and ended with a round of applause from her friends. I wanted in our bedroom till friends left then C came in and rewarded me with a nice session of passion. I still don't know who the spectators were tho I suspect who one was.

Hermione: Yes, as a child, (sorry, no details, as this is a blog about adult consensual spanking) but never as an adult. Like Ronnie, I would enjoy watching someone else being spanked. but our spanking activities are strictly between the two of us.

Thank you all for your revelations.

From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #287

I hope everyone had a good, productive week, and that you are ready to relax with good friends and enjoy a discussion about spanking. Speaking of friends, that leads us nicely into today's topic.

Have you ever given or received a spanking when a third person was present? If so, did that individual assist in the spanking in any way, or was s/he simply an observer? If not, how would you feel about having another person watch or join in?

If you would like to add your voice to the discussion, please feel free to leave a comment. Once everyone has had the opportunity to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, July 12, 2019

Friday FUN

Have you ever seen a sign that didn't make sense, or one that was begging for a response? Here are some that made me laugh out loud. Click on the images to make them larger if you are having trouble reading the notes.

Have a great weekend!
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 5

This final instalment of Rollin's "The Wrestling Ladies" reminds me of a similar oscene in Anne Rice's Exit to Eden.

It was Jen who led Bruce to the house. “Let’s go Bruce,” she said. “We’ll get you set up to be our houseboy for the day.” He’d somehow managed to pull his underwear back up over his swollen bottom and now he trotted after her, wondering what new humiliation was in store.

The new humiliation was the outfit. It was a sheer frilly apron tied with a bow at the back, a pair of nylon panties – and nothing else.

“Now what you do is do what anyone tells you. If they want a drink, you go get them a drink. If they want a foot massage, you do that. If they need suntan lotion rubbed on, you do that. Follow Gina’s lead. At the end of the day you’ll be graded and if you’ve done a good job there will be a reward. If not, well, whoever was not pleased may add a few spanks to that glowing behind of yours.”

Bruce froze. More spanking? After that? He clenched his cheeks and a moment of terror gripped him. I need to get out of here, he thought in a panic.

“But the reward is quite nice,” said Jen in a whisper. She lowered her hand and brushed it against his penis, gently rubbing it up and down. Then she knelt and kissed the tip through the nylon panties. “I know several of the girls would just love to have a go at you,” she purred. “I’ll bet you could go a long time.”

So once again Bruce’s libido trumped his common sense. When he emerged from the house in the humiliating apron, his erection bulged at the front of the panties. Jen had added a collar that clamped around his neck with a little chain dangling from it. He felt everyone’s eyes on him as he made his way back to the pool area. There were both apprising looks and chuckles as he was introduced around.

“Now, you know Trina, I think,” said Jen, indicating a buxom blonde sunning in a lawn chair. Bruce nodded. “And I think you know Tess,” she said, referring to a stunning redhead who was busy spreading suntan lotion on her arms.

“Why, yes,” she said. “I do believe this boy saw me lose the paddle challenge the other night.” She looked at Bruce. “Wasn’t that you, boy?”

“I, um, yes. I did see that,” said Bruce. “You looked very sexy, Tess.”

She sat straight up and put her hands on her hips. “Well, of all the nerve! That’s MISS Tess to you. The houseboys address us as ‘Miss’ and you say ‘yes, ma’am’, understand?”

Bruce was taken aback at the sudden shift in attitude. He licked his lips nervously and said, “Er…yes, ma’am.”

She frowned. “That’s better. The next time I hear such rudeness you’ll be across my knee for a sharp lesson in manners.” She stood up. It was hard for Bruce not to stare at her lush figure, barely contained in a little white bikini. “Lay this recliner out flat, then you can rub suntan lotion on my back – and you better not miss a spot.”

Thus, Bruce began his day as houseboy to Lara’s stable of gorgeous female wrestlers. Along with Gina, also in servitude for the day, he waited on the ladies and the few male guests. Bettina, a voluptuous brunette with her dark hair in bangs demanded a foot rub. Bruce had never done that before but he did his best, constantly having to respond to instructions from Bettina. “Not that hard! No there, that’s it. Now do it that way.” She kept firing commands at him. Debbie, a short stocky girl with a muscular build wanted a shoulder and back massage. He tried to accommodate, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Everyone wanted drinks and food. Bruce found himself hustling back to the house to fetch them, and trying to remember who had ordered what. As a result he got some orders wrong and had to go back.

There were also distractions, and Bruce found that he was not the only male with his ass on the line so-to-speak. It seemed some of the ladies were fond of challenges, and it was apparently a breach of etiquette to refuse. A slender guy named Paul was made to arm wrestle Bettina. If he won, Bettina’s was his for the next hour, but if he lost it was ten swats on the bare with a paddle someone had thoughtfully produced from inside the house. It looked like a standard frat paddle, long and solid. Paul put everything he had into it, his muscles straining, beads of sweat popping out on his face, but he was no match for Bettina. He had to drop his trunks, grab his ankles and hold still for ten searing whacks with the frat paddle. Bettina lined up behind him and let him have it while everyone else crowded around and loudly counted off the swats one by one.

The other two men were led off into the house by one or other of the ladies, only to return an hour or so later, the man rubbing his backside and the respective lady looking smug and satisfied, like the cat who had caught the canary.

The girls were not immune either. Debbie challenged Tess to an arm wrestle. Bruce overheard commentary to the effect that there had been an ongoing quarrel between the two. The loser got a belt whipping. Tess managed to win this one and Bruce was treated to the sight of Debbie, sprawled over Tess’s knees as she sat on the pool diving board, bikini bottoms off, while Tess whipped her bouncing bottom with a folded belt for several minutes. The belt popped and snapped, leaving red welts in its wake. Debbie wriggled her bottom and yelped lustily with each smart lick. When it was over Tess dumped her into the pool. “That should cool you off,” she said. “And stop borrowing my things.”


As the day began to fade, Lara announced it was time for supper. Caterers had arrived and Bruce was subjected to fresh humiliation as he had to return to the house time and time again to fetch drinks and now, canapĂ©s, all the while clad in the embarrassing frilly apron and nothing else except sheer nylon panties. He caught the smirks and slow shaking of heads from the caterers as they looked him over. He blushed head to toe when he heard someone say, “Looks like somebody has been a bad boy.”

After dinner had been served, it was growing dark but tiki torches at poolside came on, bathing the area in a warm light. Lara gathered everyone together.

“Time to evaluate our new houseboy. What did everyone think? Thumbs up or thumbs down?”

Bruce listened anxiously as the ladies chimed in. It was both pro and con.

“He got my drink wrong.”
“He does a pretty good foot rub.”
“He has no clue how to give a proper massage.”

Jeez, what now? wondered Bruce.

“But he tried hard to do his best, right girls?”

All agreed that he had done that.

“Well, this is what I think. I’ll give him to two of you. Take him inside and do what you will. See if he has the right stuff. Just no permanent marks, ok?” said Lara. “Who wants him?”

“I do,” said Jen.

“Me too,” said Debbie.

It all happened so fast. Bruce was trying to process it. He was being given to Jen and Debbie, but for what?

“Come on, Honeybuns. You’re coming with us,” said Debbie.

Before he could voice a protest, Jen came up and grabbed one arm, Debbie the other. He was marched off toward the house, caught in the grip of the two strong lady wrestlers.
They led him in through the back patio and went down a hallway. At the end of the hallway was a door. They opened it and went downstairs. At the bottom Debbie flipped on a light and Bruce almost fainted.

He’d seen pictures of places like this in smutty magazines, but he’d never imagined they were real. Everything was painted black and red. There were mirrors everywhere. A huge bed dominated the room. There were also curious trestles with buckling straps, upright posts with manacles at the top, and a bar with cuffs hanging from the ceiling. An X-shaped cross was bolted to the wall. A padded stool with handcuffs and leg straps stood in a corner.

“What is this place? What are you going to do?” Bruce could only squeak feebly.

“This is our playroom,” said Jen.

“And sometimes our punishment room,” added Debbie with a wicked smile. “So let’s play.”

Bruce found himself stripped and shackled to a bar that dropped from the ceiling on a chain. Jen and Debbie had been wearing brief bikinis, but they now stripped them off, revealing their bodies in all their glorious nakedness. Jen was taller, more lithe, Debbie, shorter and more voluptuous. Both were gorgeous, and despite the dry taste of fear in his mouth, Bruce found himself becoming erect.

“Well, well,” said Debbie, “what have we here?”

“Ummm,” said Jen, sidling up to Bruce. “It’s nice and thick.” She fondled the swelling cock, sliding her hand over it, stroking him gently. The jolt of pleasure was so intense, Bruce felt his knees buckle. “Be careful with that thing, we want to save it,” said Debbie.

“You’re right,” said Jen. She let go and strode over to the wall, leaving Bruce’s erection bobbing up and down slowly. He tried to catch his breath.

Bruce watched anxiously as she fingered various implements hanging from the wall. There were whips, paddles, straps and canes, all of various sizes and lengths. He clenched his buttocks in anticipation of what she was doing. The sting in his behind had largely subsided but he still felt tender. To his dismay Jen selected a whip with a number of short leather thongs.

She walked toward him flicking the whip against her leg. “We’re going to teach you about pleasure and pain, Bruce. Did you know the two complement each other?” Bruce shook his head. “No? Well then, you have a lot to learn.”

“This is a deerskin flogger, Bruce,” said Jen, swooshing the whip. “Stick your ass out.”

“What?” said Bruce.

“I said stick your ass out. I’m going to whip you.”

“Please,” said Bruce. “I’m sore already.”

“I don’t want to have to tell you twice, Bruce. Now stick it out like a good boy.”

Bruce saw no alternative. He didn’t want to make Jen angry and he really had no choice but to obey. He bent slightly at the waist, thrusting his bottom out. The tails of the whip stung him right across the crease of his bottom and he let out a howl. Four more came in rapid succession causing Bruce to dance from foot to foot.

“Ow! Ow!” he yelped. On his tender behind, still glowing from Lara’s spanking, the whip was a real stinger. Fearing the worst, Bruce turned to look over his shoulder, but Jen had come up behind him and was mashing her breasts against his back. She snaked her arm around his mid section and took his penis in her hand.

“Now it’s all better, isn’t it, Bruce?”

Debbie came over and dropped to her knees in front of Bruce. Jen relinquished her hold and Debbie took Bruce into her mouth, sucking noisily, running her lips back and forth along the length of his erect member. Bruce groaned. Jen ran her hands all over his chest and kissed his neck and Debbie continued, now running her tongue around the head of Bruce’s cock. But once Bruce had been teased nearly to the point of climax, Debbie stopped and Jen stepped back.

“This time, ten, Bruce. Bend over.”

Bruce gasped. Ten? And this time he saw her select some sort of long single tail whip. She stood several yards back and flicked it, testing the length. Then she drew back and swept her arm forward. The whip curled in a long lazy loop.

Crack! It felt like liquid fire.
Whoosh…crack! Another searing stripe.

“Ahh…ahhh…ah!” He yelped.

Each lash was a stripe of pure heat across his bottom. She laddered them expertly, covering his butt from the juncture with his thighs to the crowns of his cheeks. Bruce cried out lustily and danced on his toes. Then the pair repeated their previous ministrations, once again bring Bruce nearly to the point of climax. Then they let him down. Jen unhooked the cuffs and allowed Bruce to rub his flaming behind.

“Enough of that, Bruce,” said Jen, grabbing his erect penis. She led him by the handy appendage over to the big four poster bed. Debbie was already there, on her back, legs spread. Bruce did not need an invitation. He climbed up onto the bed where Debbie grabbed his erection and guided him down. He sank into her wet vagina and she pulled his hips until he was in her up to the hilt. He began to thrust and pull back, the rhythm managed by Debbie pulling on his hips.

“Not so fast, Bruce. Go slow.” He felt a sudden sting across his ass and looked back. It was Jen with a riding crop that had a larger leather flap at its end.

Bruce would have never believed he could go that long, but the combination of the stimulation and the damping power of the whip kept him on the boil for an eternity. When he finally came it was as if a dam had burst and he was in danger of flying apart.

Then they renewed him again, this time with Jen as the sexual partner and Debbie regulating his orgasm most effectively with the riding crop. In the evening’s finale he took Debbie from the rear. He pumped away, urged on by Jen with the riding crop. Then mercifully she stopped and put the crop away....


Monday morning there was the expected ribbing and kidding. There was even a pillow waiting for him on his desk chair. The hooting lasted until he told them how he’d been invited to a very special pool party the following day at which all the gorgeous wrestling girls were there swimming in the nude. They all wanted to know how they could get in on that.

“You have to get up there and wrestle like I did. Then they might just invite you.”

Skepticism was rampant and few believed Bruce’s story, but Bruce didn’t care. He’d been invited to come over next Sunday and this time somebody else would be the houseboy.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 7

What is your favourite part of spanking?

Jack: The scolding, long, especially if someone else is present. Standing there pants and underpants around your ankles, saying nothing, wanting to get the spanking over.

Peter: I think Jack says it all. When we began a few year ago, it was a private spanking followed by corner time with a bare bottom and nose against the wall. Slowly she demanded more and we both found it arousing. I have been spanked in front of a few friends, and earlier this year my best buddy revealed that he too was spanked by his wife. When we spent a weekend in May with them at their place by the lake, he and I were spanked by our wives at the same time We both stood naked and were standing side by side. Witnessing his paddling then his mine, was very intense. Later he agreed it was good feeling to be able to have a buddy you can chat with about this topic.

Thanks, love this site.

Roz: Great question Hermione! For me it's the anticipation and preparation and how it makes me feel afterwards.

Amy: Lately it's being over Eric's knee. The secure feeling of my body across his legs, pressed against his chest. I listen as he lectures or scolds or reminds, all with the loving intention of keeping us close and me, strong. I know what's coming and then when he starts to spank, the initial pain kills me but that warm burning sensation that comes afterwards is incredible.

QBuzz: Definitely the spanking itself if it's OTK. The mixture of pain and intimacy is unbeatable.

Barrel: I agree with Roz, it is the build up to a long and serious punishment session. In our case, that build up takes place over several days, usually culminating in a date lunch when my wife lovingly tells me what she has planned. She has learned to torment me with the anticipation knowing the only way I can end it is by laying down on the bench at the foot of our bed to be thrashed.

Domhnall: That moment when my fear of the next stroke changes to a fear that the next stroke will not come.

Rosco: Interesting question. It’s the relaxation. Some people meditate, I get spanked.

I love the sensation- the sting (like tart lemonade on a hot day) followed by the warmth.

But mostly, the whole experience is relaxing. It takes me entirely out of daily worries and focuses me on my body and Irene’s body. Not just the spanking but also the lecture, the cunnilingus and whatever else we’ve added to the scene.

Often I’m tied up and blindfolded after the initial spanking and “put down” for a nap, which works well to my surprise.

Bonnie: For me, the best part is being able to live my fantasies, dreams, and aspirations in real time. It's the chance to experience every sensation, feel every emotion, and indulge every passion. And to do so with my one lover.

With the passage of time and grudging acknowledgement of the aging process, our spanking adventures have become less ambitious. But our imaginations and ingenuity remain as strong as ever. I still speak the words, "Yes, sir," as I climb onto our spanking bench.

A.J.: As I have said before, I have no interest in punishment spankings. I/we spank only for the eroticism and what it leads to, if-you-know-what-I-mean-and-I-think-you-do....

Best part for me on the receiving end? Like some of the above comments, the anticipation of what's to come. Her look and "I'm in charge" attitude she shows. The nervous dryness in my mouth when she is seated and ready to begin. The warmth from her body as I go OTK. And THE BEST - when she lowers my shorts baring the target. There is just something about those few seconds....! (Vulnerability?) The moment after when she rests her hand on one of my bare cheeks is also nice.
After that it is just the spanking, not hard - but not soft either.

And when the roles are reversed? Pretty much the same thing. Feeling the warmth of her body over my lap, followed by my slowly pulling down or off her panties baring her bottom, and hearing her little "Ummmm...". There is something about that moment, too.

The 2nd part of your question: "Has it changed over time, or has it remained constant?"
Constant. From day #1, too many years ago.

Wendel: I enjoy watching the Misses pull down her pants before going across my lap. Also enjoy watching as her bottom turns red during the spanking. When the Misses does the spanking I enjoy the spanking.

Tomy Nash: These days it's the memories. And those memories are a treasure trove of her love, dedication, generosity, and all she did to build me into the person I am today.

Aunt Kay helped change the world and I am grateful for the way she changed mine.

Yorkie: I think it is everything, but I especially like the spanking itself. Anticipating and then experiencing each implement and the unique feeling each one gives is intoxicating.

Anon: I'm Jack wife and he is allowed on this site because I have no problems with it, other sites I do. This needs a woman's view and with Jack he looks so cute and little when it comes to a spanking. I normally just bare his bottom and make him stand and get his scolding....So this is how I enjoy his spanking, in this house I'm in charge, and this Mommie spanks her naughty little boy on the spot no matter who might be present.

Ronnie: Everything - the anticipation, emotion, sensation, intimacy, the spanking itself and the words P uses.

Hermione: At one time it was the anticipation, never knowing exactly when it would happen, or watching the clock when I did know when. Now my favourite thing is the point at which the spanking stops hurting too much and starts feeling just right and oh, so good.

This has been one of our most popular topics. Thank you all for sharing.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #286

Welcome to another summer brunch—for those of us in the Northern hemisphere, anyway. For the folks down under who are in the middle of winter, here's a hearty dish for you to help you stay warm.

We are all here because we have a special interest in spanking, so let's share what we think about it.

What aspect of spanking do you enjoy the most? Has it changed over time, or has it remained constant?

Please feel free to join in the discussion. I will publish an edited summary of our conversation once everyone has had a chance to speak.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, July 5, 2019

A Summer Meme

This meme comes to us from PK at New Beginnings, and I couldn't resist!

Do you like blue cheese?
I love it! Danish blue is always in the fridge.

Coke or Pepsi?
Diet Pepsi please.

Do you own a gun?

Not now, but when I was in high school I belonged to a gun club, learned to shoot a rifle and had one of my own.

What flavor of Kool-Aid?
I don't drink it, but lime would be my favourite.

Hot Dogs?
They go for a dip in their kiddie pool.

Favorite tv show?
Currently running - Doc Martin. Past shows are Breaking Bad and The Sopranos, and comedies Seinfeld and Everybody Loves Raymond.

Believe in ghosts?
Yes I do.

What do you drink in the morning?
Water to take a calcium tablet, then coffee with breakfast.

Can you do a push-up?

Only the easy kind.

Favorite jewelry?

Three silver rings.

Favorite hobby?
Right now it's iPad games, but I also like gardening and crochet.

Do you have ADD?
No. I can concentrate on a task without difficulty.

Do you wear glasses?

Yes, all the time.

Favorite cartoon character?
Bugs Bunny.

Three things you did this morning?
Let the dog out, ate a bowl of cereal and washed last night's dishes.

Three things you drink?
Tea, water and beer.

Current worries?
None at present. I was worried about our sick dog, but sadly that worry ended last weekend.

Do you believe in magic?
Sleight of hand? yes, it's very clever. The Harry Potter kind - no.

Favorite place to be?
Our cathedral.

How did you ring in the New Year?
Had cheese fondue, and celebrated early with Prosecco then bed.

Favorite color?

Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
I haven't tried it, but soft cotton flannel is very nice.

Can you whistle?
God no, and I HATE being near anyone who does.

What are you doing right now?

Typing this meme, listening to online radio and playing Wild West on the iPad.

Where would you rather be right now?
I'm perfectly content to be where I am.

Favorite food?
Pizza! That's a combination of foods, so if I have to choose a single food it would be cheese.

Favorite sex toy or spanking implement?

Rose paddle.

That was fun! Please try it too!
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Disciplinary Headlines

I'm a big fan of newspapers. Not online, but actually on paper. My high school summer jobs and my first full-time job were at daily newspapers, so I have a special fondness for the smell of newsprint. We subscribe to three papers, plus the weekly free paper full of coloured advertising flyers as well as local news.

Last weekend I saw not one, not two, but three headlines that set my spanko senses tingling. The first was in the national section. It read:

man convicted of impaired paddling

Silly fellow, he must have had a wee dram before putting his victim over his knee. But who called the cops?

The next one was among the international news items, and referred to the televised debates held last week.

[Candidate] takes hard beating at Democratic debate

I didn't see anyone leave his or her podium. it must have been a congratulatory spanking backstage afterward.

The third headline was in the Sports section. Now, you know how common spankoesque headlines appear there, but this one was different. The headline was:

In a pickel

It caught my eye because the word "pickle" was misspelled. I quickly scanned the article to see if the subject was an athlete named Pickel. I didn't find that individual, but discovered that there is actually a sport called pickleball. Ever heard of it? I hadn't, but the equipment is fascinating.

Aren't the balls pretty? But that's not the best bit. The balls are propelled by a paddle.

Mmmm, yummy!
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Wrestling Ladies, part 4

We are back with another chapter of Rollin Hand's "The Wrestling Ladies". Last week Bruce was at the wrestling ladies' party and witnessed a spanking given to one of the ladies by another. Now it's his turn.
For Bruce the moment of reckoning had arrived, and looking at Jen’s lean frame and sinewy musculature in broad daylight as she stretched to warm up, he wasn’t so cocksure any more. If he were honest with himself, he’d have to admit that he’d taken this challenge in a moment of unexpected bravado fueled by lust. What if he lost? He’d be over Lara’s lap getting his bottom spanked and then have to serve as their houseboy? What did that mean? A chill crept up his spine. Bruce broke into a cold sweat. What had he gotten himself into? His nervous reverie was broken by Lara, who stood in the center of that mat.

“Ok, Bruce, my boy. Time for the match.” She looked him up and down. “But, you’re still wearing street clothes. That just won’t do.” She shook her head side to side, grimacing at his attire, plainly inappropriate for engaging in a wrestling match. “Better strip down to your undies, Bruce, or these clothes are going to get torn.”

“My undies?” said Bruce.

“Yeah.” Lara gestured with her hand toward the observers around the ring. “C’mon, Bruce, they’re all wearing bikinis and swimming shorts. You won’t be much different.”

“Yes, I see. I suppose so,” said Bruce. All the same, he was going to have to strip to his underwear in front of these people. Gingerly he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants, blushing all the time. He was wearing jockey shorts. They were purple and he caught a few subdued whistles along with some barely suppressed laughter. Bruce didn’t think his face could get any redder. He took off his shirt and socks. Now all he had on were the purple jockey shorts which displayed an embarrassing boner that had resulted from watching Gina take her strapping.

“Well, I see you enjoyed our little domestic discipline scene, Bruce,” said Lara with a barely suppressed laugh. She turned to the blonde flexing her biceps, getting ready. “Will that bother you Jen?”

She shook her head and gave Bruce a wide smile. “Not at all. Maybe I’ll find a use for it later.”

Lara stood between the pair. “Wrestlers ready?”

Lara crouched slightly, arms outstretched. Bruce emulated her stance. He really had no idea how to do this.

“Ok, go!” Lara dropped her arm as though starting a race, and got out of the way.
Jen came forward, shuffling her feet. Bruce backpedalled, unsure of what to do. Then she straightened up, putting her left foot forward. Bruce saw that as an opportunity and lurched at the blonde, thinking to grab her around the waist and take her down. To his surprise, Jen stepped into his charge, planted her right foot, and swept her right arm across his chest. With her arm acting as a lever, she threw Bruce backwards using her hip as a fulcrum. He landed flat on his back and Tawny/Jen promptly jumped on top of him, pinning his arms to his side and pressing her body against his. Bruce felt her breasts squishing into his chest, smelled her sweet scent. Her hot breath caressed his neck. He was pinned and powerless. The match had lasted all of 15 seconds.

Jen jumped up, extended her hand and grabbing Bruce by the wrist, pulled him to his feet. He realized now he’d never had a chance. The woman was a pro and knew exactly what she was doing. He didn’t. She stood there, arms folded, with a broad grin on her face.

“Well, Bruce, it looks like our Jen got the best of you yet again,” said Lara, striding over. “I think we have our houseboy for the day – and it’s spanking time.”

Everyone who was watching clapped and whistled as Lara took Bruce’s wrist and led him toward the chair she’d used for Gina’s spanking. Instinctively Bruce tried to jerk back, but Lara just reached up and tweaked his earlobe between her thumb and forefinger and led him along. He felt like he was once again ten years old and being led to his room for a shameful punishment by a determined mom.

“We’ll have none of that, Bruce. You are not getting away from momma and the spanking you have coming. Remember our bet?”

“Ow!” said Bruce, reaching for his ear and stumbling after the muscular woman.

She sat down in the chair and with a swift economy of movement flipped Bruce across her knees. He flailed around, waving his arms, his feet fluttering. Lara gripped his waist with left arm pulling him closer. The chair had a cross brace at the bottom and she put her right foot on it. This elevated Bruce’s hips so that his bottom was thrust into prominence. There was a moment of panic when he felt her fingers in the elastic of his briefs and he shouted, “No!” and put his hands behind, trying to stop her.

Lara merely swatted his hands away. “Now, Bruce, you naughty boy. Let’s have none of that. The bet was a bare butt spanking, and that’s what you have coming, so get those hands out of the way.” But Bruce was beyond listening and kept putting his hands in the way. Lara’s response was to grasp his left arm and grip it in a hammer lock high on his back. With her right hand she finished the job of skinning down Bruce’s underwear until it came to rest in his knee hollows.

Bruce squirmed shamefully, his bare ass on rude display. Lara patted the exposed flesh, testing the resilience. Bruce felt his erection rising as his penis rubbed against Lara’s thigh.

“You have a first class tight little boy butt, Bruce. It will be a pleasure to spank it. Are you ready?”

Bruce gurgled something unintelligible. Lara had opened her legs and had clamped Bruce’s erection between her muscular thighs. He felt a sudden surge of pleasure as she rubbed her legs together.

“Oh, that’s naughty, Bruce. I can feel you,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Ok, here we go.” Suddenly she was all business.

Smack! That first stinging crack landed square across both cheeks. Bruce’s eyes flew wide open at the shock of that first hard blow.

Smack! Crack! Whap! Lara administered three hard shots, right left and center.

“Owww!” howled Bruce. Wow! That really stung! He renewed the leg fluttering.

Lara settled into a tempo, delivering hard ringing smacks to alternate sides of Bruce’s bottom cheeks. He squirmed around, but Lara had him in a vice grip. To the spectators it looked almost comical – the fully grown young man bouncing and humping over the muscular woman’s knees while she paddled his wriggling fanny like he was a little boy. The sound of palm striking bare flesh was like sharp pops that echoed off the walls of the house. She kept at it relentlessly, not missing a beat. The color of Bruce’s bottom cheeks turned first to pink and then, as the spanking continued unabated, a cherry red.

Bruce gasped at the unbelievable stinging sensation. It was as if someone had lit a fire. He felt absolutely helpless. The shame alone was mortifying, but now he had to contend with the fact that it hurt! He absolutely didn’t want to cry in front of all these people, but it was getting harder to hold back the tears. He felt his eyes watering. The pain was overwhelming. He knew it wasn’t injuring him in any way, but dammit! This stung worse than anything – a thousand bees could not be worse.


The wrestling girls smiled. They’d seen it all before. Lara could spank. She loved to spank. Something in her makeup. And she didn’t care if it were a man or a woman, although there was something about bringing a man to tears that seemed particularly satisfying to her. She was almost artistic about it. She varied the tempo, sometimes using rapid fire slaps with lots of wrist action, sometimes slowing down to deliver full arm sonorous smacks that flattened the spankee’s bottom on impact. Not many subjects escaped one of Lara’s spankings without breaking down completely and bawling. They all knew from experience. They’d all been there. It was her club, her house and she had appointed herself chief disciplinarian. So it was play by her rules or leave. Most had decided it was a small price to pay for living in luxury.

“When I give a spanking, Bruce, I don’t stop until I see a red hot fanny, and some salty tears,” she said, bringing her palm down with a wrist snapping motion. “Yours is just about there.”

Bruce didn’t hear. He was beyond hearing anything and was nearing the breaking point. His choked cries and protests signaled he was at the end of his rope. His bottom was a flaming red. Each new spank would be excruciating, they knew.

Finally, Bruce stopped squirming and collapsed in a limp heap over her knees.
“Ahhh….wahhh,” he wailed, his tears soaking the ground.

Lara stopped. “There,” she said patting the boyish cheeks she’d just spanked to a vermilion red. “Now you can get up.”

She hauled him to his feet. Bruce was oblivious to the state of his nudity. He bent over and gripped his flaming buns, rubbing, hissing in pain all the while, his semi-erect penis flopping around.

“I’ll bet your momma never spanked you that good, did she Bruce?” said Lara, chuckling at her own handiwork. She’d given him a good one. They could all attest to that.
That was a good one for sure! Next week, we'll find out how well Bruce performs as houseboy for the day.
From Hermione's Heart