Thursday, July 30, 2020

Complete the Caption

Oh, if only this vintage postcard could speak. Who sent it, who was the recipient, and what might have been written on the other side?

Complete the caption by leaving a comment. I will publish your suggestions at the end of the week.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 27, 2020

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 26

Is spanking a fetish for you?

Dan: Hi Hermione. For me, the answer is no. I have a very strong interest in spanking and discipline, but I had a fulfilling sexual relationship with my wife before discovering that interest, and I could do so again.

Fred Bloggs: As much as I like spanking and the fact that it is all mixed up with sex, it's not essential for me to get off. Spanking has a different purpose, it's a stress relief, decompression activity.

Roz: For me the answer is no. While I enjoy spanking and it can enhance the sexual experience, it's not essential for me to obtain sexual fulfillment.

Jack: Has been for as long as I can remember. Movies that included a spanking I would watch several times. I cannot explain why, just something that I would get exited about. Prior to my marriage, spanking videos, magazines prior to the internet. Masturbating while watching, or looking at a magazine.

Bernie: Spanking really is part of my sexual identity. It doesn't have to be 100% of the time, but it sure is a substantial fraction. Keep the great questions coming.

Rosco: "Fetish" is not a word we use. Even so, I think of my interest in my wife's panties as closer to a fetish than our interest in spanking.

I think of spanking more as an obsession - and I expect to be getting one within the hour. Then I will be sent out on errands, hoping sexual favors will come a bit later.

Anon: The need/desire to spank/be spanked has to be genetic!

Bonnie: I will say no, but for a slightly different reason. Spankings for us are not an "object or item of clothing or part of the body." Our spankings are not a prerequisite for sexual gratification or an supplemental augmentation. For Randy and me, spankings are sex. Could we have intercourse without spanking (or spankings without intercourse)? Yes, of course, and we do. But why would we not choose both?

Graham: Interesting question. Probably 2/3 of the time we have intercourse without spanking. However, I would probably choose to have spanking a lot more if it were solely up to me.

That said, there's not a day that goes by without some thought/fantasy of spanking.

Putting labels on people is often a problem, and this is an example for some of us.

Xen: Yes. Spanking pretty much *is* my sexuality. I don’t physically need to be being spanked (though it helps), fantasizing is enough, but there needs to be some spanking element involved. Sex is secondary.

Wendel: A spanking always leads to sex but is not necessary.

Minelle: Good question. I have always been drawn to spanking even before any I was old enough to experience mature sexual desire or activity. Spanking and love are part of my desires. Sex can often be part of our spanking relationship but isn’t necessary for it to happen. In other words we have a loving sexual relationship without needing spanking. However spanking reality and fantasy is an integral part of my being.

Prefectdt: Fantasizing about spanking, reading about spanking and watching some spanking videos (by no means all of them) is highly erotic to me. However, when actually getting spanked I find myself far more interested in the spanking than in any sexual activity. On the very rare occasions that spanking and sex have been a combined activity in my life, the sexual part has always been initiated by the other party involved. I don't think that I would ever even suggest sex with a spanking partner. That side of things would have to come from them.

So my answer is yes on a fantasy level and no on a real life level, as to whether or not spanking is a sexual fetish, where I am concerned.

Barrel: I would say no. We do not need spanking to get us turned on, nor is it a necessary prelude to sex. It is certainly a stress reliever and attitude adjuster for me. After 42 years of marriage, and almost as long at spanking, it is more of a life style.

Baxter: During our foreplay, my wife will spank me a bit, but not much so as to not interfere with a good erection. During sex though, my wife will whack my ass with a belt a few times and it feels good. however, we do have sex without spanking and it is fine.

Hermione: It's definitely a fetish for me. Spanking is always foreplay for us these days, and although the actual spanking doesn't turn me on at the time, it does afterward. During one, I'm concentrating on the pain more than the erotic nature of the act (although my body does respond by lubricating). But in order to achieve sexual satisfaction, I absolutely must be thinking about spanking or being spanked. I replay erotic passages I have read and visualize the scene in my head. Without that stimulus, there's no orgasm for me.

Thanks for contributing this week. Stay safe and wear your mask!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #341

We've discussed this topic before, but My readership has changed a lot in the last few years, so I thought it might be fun to revisit the topic of fetishes. An interesting article in Glamour magazine describes it this way:

"The simplest way to define fetishes according to sexologists: usually nonsexual things that ignite sexual feelings in a person.... You can have a fetish for a thing (perhaps being attracted to feet), or a place (as in having sex in public); you can even have a fetish for a texture, such as latex.

"To be considered a true fetish, the object or act must be a part of a sex act for you to get turned on. If you enjoy the occasional or even regular spanking, for example, that doesn’t mean you have a spanking fetish—people with a true spanking fetish need that act of domination to get off."

What about you?

Do you consider your interest in spanking a fetish? Is spanking/being spanked, watching spanking videos or reading spanking erotica an essential part of your sexual makeup?

As always, you may remain anonymous. Please feel free to express your opinion in the comments section below. I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to speak.

From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Best Bum Competition

The Yorkshire Museum launched a worldwide battle between curators on June 26 to see which museum has the very best behind in its collection. The Yorkshire Museum started the challenge off with a photo of a Roman marble statuette of an athlete who has a chunk missing from his bum.

Museums from all over the world have taken part, and here are six of the best ones.

Yummy! Are the museums open where you live?

See more entries at Bored Panda here.
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 20, 2020

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 19

Have you ever used a mask to enhance your spanking?

Roz: We have never experimented with wearing a mask during a spanking. We have used various scarves etc as blindfolds on occasion. It definitely heightens the other senses and overall experience.

Bonnie: I really had to scour the memory banks for this answer. I couldn't remember doing so and a search of my blog reveals no such instances. So I asked Randy. He has a great memory. He claims I did wear a mask when he first started videotaping (yes, on VHS tape!) our spankings. I was nervous that my face might be revealed somehow. That didn't happen and the mask was quickly forgotten, at least by me.

Barrel: We have never worn or experimented with masks. However, the masks worn in The Story of O are quite scintillating. Our sessions usually have enough goings on that one more might be too much. An interesting never know.

The owl mask in The Story of O was exquisite.

KDPierre: Do piggy noses and ears count?

Prefectdt: Kdpierre OMG yes :)

I have worn a few different goggles, with the eyepieces painted over, as blindfolds. I often wondered how I looked in these. I will have to ask for a picture, if this ever happens again :)

There have been lots of fantasies about being spanked by a masked highway woman but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to act these out.

Ronnie: No masks but have used blindfolds on occasion.

Hermione: I haven't either, although I was once in a children's play and wore a full head fox mask. Luckily, I had no lines to say as they would have been muffled by the mask.

Thank you all for unmasking your desires!
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #340

It goes without saying that masks are a hot topic right now, so let's explore it a little more. There are so many different kinds of masks: the masks that cover the nose and mouth, masks that cover only the area around the eyes, and full-face masks.

Have you ever experimented with wearing a mask during a spanking? What kind of mask did you wear? What was the effect? Is it something you would recommend?

Please 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

Friday, July 17, 2020

Friday FAIL

On March 12, our schools closed. Well, officially March break was extended by two weeks, but they never reopened. By March 15 everything was shut down and we were self-isolating. People were going mad, hoarding hand sanitizer and toilet paper. We had plenty of the former, but were afraid we might run out of the latter. I tried the Walmart website and found a good deal: 12 rolls for $15. I ordered two, to be delivered. (The shipping fee was waived for some reason.) Two months later, it  hadn't arrived. Our stores were now well-stocked with the essential rolls, but where was my order? I checked the tracking and all I saw was a series of entries written in Chinese. My rolls were probably in a shipping container somewhere in the world. I didn't think they would ever arrive.

Yesterday I found a small parcel in the mailbox. It was my long-awaited order, but WTF? The two packages together were about the size of a loaf of bread. Each individual roll was about the size of a weiner roll, to continue with the bread analogy. Here's how it compares to our usual triple roll.

It's soft enough, and quite strong too, so we'll use it up, or maybe save one package for the next crisis.

Here are some more products that aren't quite right.

Happy Friday!
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

From the Top Shelf - A Chance Meeting

Once again I have raided Rollin Hand's blog for a good story, so I will let him introduce it.

"Here is a story I found gathering dust on the hard drive. I don’t know who “Professor Steven” is, but I was attracted to the story because it recounts one of those once-in-a-lifetime chance encounters we all dream about. Does stuff like this happen? Yeah, it does, actually. People talk to each other in hotel bars or are thrown together by circumstance. A few drinks, a little flirting, a few more drinks, some hormones kick in. Next thing you know…well, you know.

What would be rare is the chance meeting of two spankophiles. What are the odds?"

A Chance Meeting by Professor Steven

I am a graphic arts consultant mainly dealing with computer graphics, typesetting etc. for the printing and publishing trades. I have clients mostly based here in Nevada but I also have a few that require my services in So. Cal. and I need to go there about 6 times a year.

Last winter was one of those times. I’ve serviced a client now for about 4 years and they had recently hired part time gal, Grace, to assemble their technical manuals. I spent 2 days with Grace whom I would guess to be in her late forties. She is a school teacher from the Midwest who moved to San Diego after a divorce from her husband. Having to support herself, she went back to school and learned how to set type. Grace was an attractive woman. Her figure was striking and well maintained. Of particular interest to me was her derriere, which was ample but shapely, two rounded globes that quite nicely filled out the rear end of her tight skirts. Though dyed now, her natural hair color was red and she wore it shoulder length.

At the end of the second day of training she invited me to a drink at the lounge of the hotel where I was staying. Though we got to know each other rather well during the training we “really” got to know each other that evening.

We had a few drinks, and although we never got drunk, our conversation became very open with the help of the alcohol. We started talking about her career as a school teacher back in Indiana, particularly during the sixties and seventies.

Our conversation turned to the discipline back then and she told me that in her younger days she could swing a pretty mean paddle.... Being the spankophile that I am, I provoked the conversation further....

I asked her if she herself had ever been spanked or paddled and she admitted that a bare bottom spanking was part of her weekly diet up until the time she went off to college. Usually at the mercy of her mother’s hairbrush (she made it a point to tell me she still had her mother’s hairbrush) but a few times at the hand of her brother who was 2 years her senior. (Her father had long since deserted them)

In college she joined a sorority where freshmen and sophomores were frequently subjected to bare bottom paddlings by the members, not only during hell week but anytime a sorority rule was broken. She said that there were a lot of rules and a “court” was held on Sunday afternoons. A charge could only be brought against you by any upper classmate and if the court ruled in her favor you would be paddled in the presence of the entire house by your assigned Senior advisor. Juniors were also subject to the same but the occurrence was infrequent. In the case of a senior being found guilty of an infraction a private paddling was administered by the Sergeant at Arms. What I’d give to have been a fly on the wall of that sorority house on Sunday afternoons back then.

Anyway, the conversation continued to excite me and I could tell it was exciting her also. I pressed further asking if she had ever been spanked as an adult.

Her eyes lit up and she said, “Oh you better believe it!”

She proceeded to tell me how she and her first husband, who was killed in Viet Nam, used to play spanking games as a prelude to sex. She said that at school she ruled the class with a wooden paddle, but at home she liked to take on a submissive role with her husband acting as her father.

I asked about her second husband and she said that they tried it a few times but he just couldn’t find an interest in it.

I then let on that I am very interested in the spanking scene. I told her that I wrote stories and collected pics and such from the internet. I also told her that I had spanked the bottoms, usually bare, of a number of willing women. Her interest in me was changing now and I could see the excitement and prospect growing.

I asked her if she missed it and she blushed and told me that indeed she did. I asked if she now fantasized about it and again with a blush she admitted so. She also offered that she too spent a considerable amount of time surfing the spanking sites on the internet.

Finally, with all the courage I could muster asked her flatly, “Would you like to be spanked now?”

Again she blushed and I could tell I had her.

She said, sort of assuming a submissive attitude, “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I think that if you concentrate for just a moment I’m sure there’s something you’ve done that deserved a spanking but didn’t get one. Think now. It’s been a long time since your last spanking.”

She thought for a minute or two but it seemed like hours. I just stared at her waiting an answer. She fidgeted in her chair and finally said, “Well there was one time…a long time ago. I think I was about 23 or 24. I had just graduated college and was living at home for the summer until my teaching job would start in the fall. Having graduated with honors and 23 years old I became quite big for my britches and literally, by today’s standards, was a high strung bitch. I mouthed off to my mother one day, one time too many, and in lieu of the threat of being kicked out on my own and for the first time in seven years found myself bare-bottomed across her lap.”

She paused, though the story had my interest I interjected, “But you’ve been punished for that… What have you done that you got away with?”

“I’m getting to it,” she said. “She really blistered me with the hairbrush… 15 swats – and that was after an uncountable number with her hand – far worse than any sorority sister had ever done… and then to top it off she grounded me for three weeks. I had to be in by nine every night and was promised another spanking if I wasn’t or if I sassed her ever again.” Again she paused but continued, “I had a big 4th of July party to go to that I didn’t want to miss and even though I begged to go and even offered my bottom for another spanking instead, she stood her ground and forbid me to be out past nine. Well the 3rd of July came and my mother got a call from my aunt in Phoenix and had to go there due to some kind of family problems. Before she left she warned me that I had better not be out past nine but she was going to trust me that I would abide by her word. If she found out I wasn’t home on time I could expect twice the spanking I got the other day, and I would be grounded the rest of the summer.”

Her story was getting long but added to the anticipation of the moment so I just listened.

“Well I took my chances. I really wanted to go to the party and I knew the best of the party would be long past nine. I called my two girlfriends and blatantly lied to them telling them I had a reprieve for the party. We went to the party and nine o’clock came and went without a thought. There was beer at the party and I even though I made it through college with never getting drunk I overindulged and spent quite some time in the bathroom that night. My mother didn’t really ever tell us not to drink socially but did say that a woman should never get drunk and should never make a spectacle of herself by being drunk in public. Well, there was two more of her rules I broke because from what my friends told me – I was the life of the party. The next day I had quite a hangover and spent most of the day in bed. My mother called and asked why I sounded like I just woke up and asked where I had been the night before and told me she called at 10:30 and didn’t get an answer. I lied to her and told her that I got very ill last night and went to bed early. She asked me if I was sure I hadn’t been at that party? I told her that I had been too sick to go. She seemed to accept and trust my answer as she’s never mentioned it again.”

Grace sat silent looking at me like a scolded child as she knew the wheels were in motion. I simply stood up and offered her my hand. “I’m very disappointed in you, young lady. I think it’s time to go.”

I led her out of the lounge and to the elevator and then to my suite saying nothing. She followed willingly knowing she was about to have her first spanking in several years. We were silent until we got in the room. I asked her if she wanted to freshen up and she did and went into the bathroom. I sat on the sofa and awaited her return.

When she came out she came up and stood in front of me. I patted my thigh and asked her to sit. Upon my lap, I began to scold her. “Lying! Drinking! Out past curfew! Not the behavior for a proper young lady is it?”

She shook her head in agreement.

“More the actions of a bad girl. Don’t you think?”

Again she shook her head. “Yes sir.”

I asked her, “And what happens to bad girls when they misbehave?”

Grace dropped her head and pouted her lips. “I’m sure they get a spanking.”

“So don’t you think you deserve to get a spanking?”

Shaking her head in agreement, she replied. “But it was so long ago.”

“Nevertheless, you earned a spanking then that you never got. You still deserve it now. Don’t you?”

She just shook her head again and said quietly, “I guess so.”

“Do you have your hairbrush with you?” I asked stretching my luck as I hadn’t come prepared to spank anyone.

To my amazement she replied, “Yes, it’s in my purse.”

“Go and bring it to me.”

She scampered off my lap and retrieved the hairbrush from her purse. It was in remarkable condition for its age. I would have to guess it at least fifty or sixty years old. It was solid wood, oval, and had a shiny black lacquer finish. The handle had the “FB” logo gold stamped into the leather wrapped handle. I could only guess it stood for Fuller Brush. She mentioned, as I looked it over, that she had it re-bristled once about ten years ago.

I set the brush aside and patted my thigh. “Across my lap, young lady!”

Obediently, she complied. She was wearing a women’s business suit and she took off her vest and hiked up her skirt to get across my lap. I noticed she had taken off her pantyhose while in the bathroom which indicated to me that she expected (or was hoping) her skirt would be lifted.

Gambling on my hunch, I said, “Lying! Drinking! Curfew! Very naughty, naughty girl.” I lifted her skirt revealing her white cotton panties. Getting no resistance so far I gambled further and began pulling her panties down as I said, “All too serious offenses to let these come between you and a sound spanking.” What luck – not a peep. In fact, she raised her hips to allow me to slide her panties to her knees easily.

I spanked her first with my hand some 10 or 12 minutes until her bottom took on an even pink glow. At that point I made her stand and I removed her skirt but left her panties at her knees. I now knew that she was a true redhead. With her blouse held above her waist I led her to the corner where she stood for 5 minutes while I admired her pink globes. Five minutes isn’t that long but it seemed like it as we both knew the hairbrush was yet to come. She stood perfectly still – face to the corner, hands folded neatly in front and elbows tight to her sides to keep her blouse from falling.

I picked up the hairbrush. “How many did your mother give you?” I asked.

She replied, “Fifteen.”

“And how many did she warn you that you would get if you disobeyed?”

“Twice that – thirty.”

“And that was just for breaking curfew! There’s still the matter of lying and drinking!”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“Well let’s have you back over here. We’ve a long way to go.”

Grace scampered back over my lap and waited anxiously for the touch of the brush. She shivered slightly when I placed the cool flat surface on her warm pink butt.

“You’ll count these.” I said as I began to spank. I started rather mildly at first but occasionally landing a good swat to test her endurance. As the paddling progressed and her ass grew red she became able to handle quite a hard swat. Grace counted each and every swat accurately and bravely held up the entire 30 swats. Her butt had become very red and I could tell she wasn’t far from her threshold.

“Do you think an additional 15 for lying and 15 more for drinking is fair?” I asked.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“But first I want you to stand and remove your blouse and bra but leave your panties where they are.

“Yes sir,” she said. She did so and in crawling back across my lap asked, “Should I count again?”

“That’s a good idea. I wouldn’t want you to get any more that you deserve.”

The brush began to fly up and down again. Slowly and steadily in rhythm making each swat count. Occasional “yelps” and “oooh’s” emitted her lips between the counts. Again though she braved each swat and even welcomed the next by raising her hips to await it’s sting. Reaching thirty again, making 60 swats in all, Grace was beside herself. She couldn’t hide her excitement.

I let her from my lap and was leading her to the corner again when she stopped, turned and gave me a big heavy hug. She whispered in my ear, “The corner can wait.” Then I felt her hands go to my belt. In a flash, I was naked too except for a condom stretched tight on my manhood. Grace was on her knees at my feet.

The rest is for the imagination but I’ll leave you with this. Grace got one more spanking later (much later) that night. She was late for work the next day and I just barely made my flight out the next morning.
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The Blogger editor seems to have removed the block quote function that I use for stories, and has also removed the HTML editor. Improvements? I think not!
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 13, 2020

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 12

What sort of footwear do you prefer? Does it enhance your spanking experience?

Roz: My answer is a boring one sorry. Footwear has never really featured in our spankings. More often than not I'm not wearing any at the time.

QBuzz: I find that spanking (or any kind of intimate play) is only made more titillating if the lady involved is wearing high heels... and my partner is happy to oblige :D

During our relationship she has also developed quite the fetish for me wearing smart shoes and dress socks/sock garters during spanking - with or without the accompanying smart suits etc...

Bernie: Your question resurrects a fantasy of mine. I'd like to be spanked while wearing my cowboy boots with pressed jeans and underpants down around my ankles. A souvenir pic or two would also be great. Thanks for the great question.

KDPierre: Heavens no! Bare feet for both parties. Not only does it allow for some post-spanking toe-smooches, but it lets those tired doggies breathe! ;-)

Minelle: I’m usually barefoot. I suppose I may try heels next time and see if he enjoys them.

Anon: I remember once using her slippers, boy did she complain afterwards, said her bottom had never been so sore. I now use one of her slippers.

Rosco: I’m the one who gets spanked, and I never wear any shoes or socks. It just diminishes the experience for me.

Irene dresses up in many ways, often changing her clothes several times during these activities, but only sometimes wears shoes.

When we were first together she had a pair of reddish brown leather boots which I loved. I was nervous, but I asked her if she would wear them in bed. Of course, she said, if you would like it. How wonderful it was for me thank she embraced my (relatively minor) kink.

But Irene has bunions, so no longer has many shoes that are at all sexy. So shoes in the bedroom are mostly a thing of the past.

Wendel: We are too busy concentrating on each other's bare bottom to notice footwear. I did spank the Misses once with her slipper but did not find it effective enough.

DaddyCat: As an ex-shoe salesman, I have to admit to a shoe fetish. I love the way high heels accentuate a woman's legs. From a scene perspective, when I hosted spanking parties, women and men often dressed to impress and the sight of a woman otk, her pump-encased feet dangling in mid air, was and is still very intoxicating.

I am very lucky that my play partners willingly indulge my love of heels as much as they indulge my love of sheer pale blue panties on their delicious bottoms.

Bonnie: No, but yes. Shoes are not a primary feature of our spanking adventures, but they sometimes enter into the festivities as part of a role play. For example, a naughty cheerleader probably wears sneakers. A misbehaving secretary might wear pumps. I've been spanked with my own slipper more than once. More often, though, I'll wear just footies or socks or nothing on my feet, but when shoes aid the cause, then I will wear shoes.

Prefectdt: I never ask a spanker to wear any particular kind of shoes. Although I can appreciate that a pair of heels can add to the dynamic of a female power outfit, I do prefer the freedom of movement that more comfortable footwear affords an administrator. The best is when a top starts off in a pair of heels and then, when I have been positioned, I hear clunk clunk as the heels come off and I know that she can take a run up, if she so desires. That is the best of both worlds :) Myself I am usually in trainers or bare foot but on the odd occasion that I am asked to dress for the occasion I do enjoy donning a highly polished pair of black, men's formal shoes. It makes a nice change.

Rosco again: I forgot to mention that before we were dating we were flirting quite a bit for almost a year (our boss was her boyfriend but it never seemed to be serious for her - long story).

Irene was wearing a pair of wooden clogs. I picked her up and turned her upside down. She screamed and accidentally kicked me in the face and split my face open with her wooden shoe. Irene felt bad of course, but I admitted it was my fault.

We flirted on and off for 6 months of so after then, when Irene and the boss guy were broken up, I made my move. The boss guy decided that he wanted her back and it got unpleasant. I quit immediately (did not need the money) but she stayed a little longer as she did need the income - never an ounce of worry on my part since Irene was clearly glad to be rid of him.

This was 40 years ago. My first spanking took place not long after we got together.

I don't think getting kicked in the face with the wooden clog is what brought us together, but you never know.

Hermione: Ron usually has something to say about my choice of socks. I like stripes and patterns, so I wear some that will annoy him and make him spank with more enthusiasm.

Stay safe, everyone, and wear your mask.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #339

Earlier this week, my dear friend Ronnie posted a picture of a young woman being spanked while wearing black stockings and elegant high heels. Several readers commented on the footwear, so I thought that since last week we discussed glasses, this week we would look at what is worn on the other end of the body.

Do you or your partner favour any special footwear while giving or receiving a spanking? Do certain types of shoes or boots add to your enjoyment of the experience?

Please leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to weigh in, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.
From Hermione's Heart

Friday, July 10, 2020

Friday FAIL

We've been having great success with our new Ninja Foodi Grill.  We've grilled steak, pork chops and chicken thighs, and they all tasted like they had been done on an outdoor grill. I've made delicious French fries using the air fry option.

Last week I decided to try a recipe for grilled herbed carrots. Carrot sticks coated with oil, maple syrup, fresh rosemary and parsley; sounds yummy! They were supposed to look something like this.

But when I lifted the lid and peeked in to see if they were done, what I saw was a pile of charred sticks.

They tasted delicious though, sweet and crunchy. Next time I'll omit the maple syrup and shorten the cooking time.

Here are a few more cooking fails that started out with the best intentions.

Happy Friday!
From Hermione's Heart

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Wednesday WIN

As of last week, because of the recent increase in covid-19 cases, everyone in my city as well as a good deal of the surrounding countryside must wear a mask in all public buildings. "Mask required" signs are in the windows of all the shops. Because we are Canadians, we don't complain about our civil rights being violated; we simply obey. Two weeks ago, when I went to the beer store, not one person waiting in either of the lines (one line for people returning empties and one line for no empties) wore a mask. Last Sunday, everyone's face was covered.

Regular reader Boru sent me these funny mask pictures and I hope they brighten your day.

Thanks Boru!
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, July 6, 2020

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for July 5

This week we discussed wearing glasses and spanking.

Bonnie: I had cataract surgeries in 2018 and my vision is now almost perfect. I wear reading glasses when I work on the computer, but never during a spanking. I used to wear contact lenses and I received spankings both with them and without.

I don't think glasses add to the excitement of a spanking, but they don't kill the mood either.

Glad that you are seeing well now!

Anon: Wearing glasses makes watching others get spanked on SpankingTube easier, and my wife finds them helpful when she is spanking me. They do nothing of value for me when being spanked.

Glenmoretales: When the spanker wears glasses it does give them that authoritative look !

Roz: Hi Hermione, glad your new glasses are working well for you and given you a new lease.

As to the question. We both actually wear glassess. I usually take mine off for a spanking. I find they get in the way and sometimes threaten to fall off. Rick keeps his on, for obvious reasons lol. Plus, he likes to see the results of his handiwork properly:)

Fred Bloggs: I have worn spectacles since I was a child, it's the first thing I do in the morning, put them on, and the last thing at night, take them off. I don't deliberately remove them for spanking. I don't think about them, they are just part of me now.

Minelle: Glad you have new glasses that help you see!
I take mine off when we are in the bedroom since they will get smudged. However if my guy spontaneously reacts I don’t have time!

Jack: Mine fall off, so my wife takes them, does not want them to break and as she states there is nothing to see. She spanks that hard that my squirming, kicking would make my glasses fall off.

QBuzz: I often leave my glasses on when being spanked as I feel submissive in them and it helps me get in the mood. My partner usually removes hers though sometimes she leaves them on if appropriate when she is playing a headmistress or a naughty secretary etc.

Amy: Woo hoo! Glad you can see again. I get awfully cranky when my vision is off and so does Eric. He should wear glasses all of the time but he hates them. I do like when he has them on, though. He looks distinguished and intelligent. It's actually a huge turn on to be scolded, told to head upstairs, knowing what is coming from Eric as he looks past the newspaper he's reading with those glasses on.

Ronnie: I only wear glasses for computer work and reading, never for a spanking. P wears glasses, sometimes he leaves them on, other times they come off.

Bernie: Mine tend to fall off while getting spanked, so I take them off right away. My vision is plenty good enough to see what implements are going to be applied. I do put them back on if directed to examine her handiwork in the mirror - it's nice to see the finer details.

A.J.: Fun Q. Answers all over the map.

"Getting"? I take them off.
"Giving"? I think it's 50/50. And no logical reason why, just the mood, I guess.

I did like Glenmoretales's comment. A woman giving a spanking while she wears her glasses? Yeah. Sexy. Don't know why as I can't see her once the action starts. Must that "naughty librarian" thing....

Wendel: Definitely makes it feel like I am being spanked by the librarian or school teacher.

Barrel: Vision is a gift. We are happy yours is now perfect. If only.

I’m the one who wears glasses. I always take them off as I tend to rest the side of my head on the bench during spankings and my glasses would twist off my head anyway. I do like the encouragement for discipline from the strict librarian or headmistress.

Prefectdt: Glad to hear that your vision issues have been successfully resolved.

I will usually leave my glasses on when getting spanked, unless the spanker tells me to take them off or I am in a head down position (eg, OTK) when they tend to bounce around on my nose and sometimes fall off.

I think that it is the man made lines of glasses contrasting with the natural lines of a woman's face and thereby emphasizing the beauty of the female features, that causes me to find glasses wearing females more attractive. A bit of the same sort of thing that stockings and suspenders do for the hips and thighs.

Simon: Normally I put on my glasses when I wake up and apart from changing over to my reading glasses, I don't get on with bifocals, they're on until I go to sleep. However sometimes I am made to wear a blindfold whilst being punished which I enjoy as an occasional change.

Hermione: Ron keeps his on because without them, he might miss the target, even though it's pretty big! I used to leave my glasses on, even though there was nothing much to see except a close-up view of the bedspread. Now I take them off because they're new and I don't want to bend them, and I can see perfectly well without them. We both remove our eyewear for the intimate fun that follows.

Thank you for that eye-opening conversation:)
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #338

For four months now, I've gone without glasses, after wearing them for most of my life. After my last eye surgery, I had arranged for an appointment for an eye test and a prescription for my new eyes, but that was cancelled along with everything else during the shutdown. I could see perfectly, except that I saw two of everything. Not so bad around the house, but disconcerting when driving. Yesterday I finally got my new glasses, and they rock! Not only are they super thin—unlike the coke bottle lenses I used to have—but I'm no longer seeing double. Colour me happy!

Prefectdt has a regular feature on his blog, called "Spec"tacular Spanking. Here's his latest pic of a young woman being spanked while wearing glasses. Now, how about you?

If you or your partner wear corrective lenses, do you remove then prior to a spanking? Do you think that glasses add to the excitement of a spanking, either in real life or in photos or videos?

Please leave your response as a comment. I will publish an edited summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to weigh in.
From Hermione's Heart