Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 27

Have you ever purposely hidden an implement?

Roz: I haven't deliberately hidden an implement to prevent its use, but I have been known to 'move' them on occasion lol. Usually during cleaning/tidying.

Willie: B used to spank me over the chest freezer in the basement. He bought a bathbrush-like paddle from Blondie's. It's his favourite to hold, it creates a sensation in me I am not find of. One day when I went to retrieve something from the freezer it was sitting on top. I opened the freezer and it fell behind :).

He didn't ask about it and I didn't offer it up. Truth is I forgot about it after a while. When it did reemerge a long while after (I pulled it out while gathering errant socks) he commented on how it magically reappeared. No real consequences however.

Jack: My mother-in-law had given her daughter, my wife a large hairbrush. The first time my wife used it I swore I was going to get rid of it. I did such, I was of course asked if I had hidden the hairbrush by 'Mommy' and I admitted I had thrown it away. She called her mother told her what I did, just wait I was told when she hung up the phone. Sure enough my mother-in-law showed up, bath brush in hand.

Jimmy: Very early in our relationship I hid a thick hardwood brush she had custom ordered from Etsy that I dreaded. She was angry at first but didn’t find it very difficult to find it. So I received a serious spanking for hiding it and it was forgotten. Months later we broke up for several weeks and that brush at the time was in my apartment where she had left it the last time she used it. I was hurt and mad about the break-up and very impulsively I put it in the trash. When we got back together, she remembered where she left it and asked me to bring it to her. Initially I lied about not being able to find it but eventually told her the truth. She was livid because she had bought it custom made and it was pricey. For my punishment I had to order and pay for three new ones all the same as the one I tossed. When they were shipped I had to take them to her house one at a time three days in a row and ask her to spank me with it, so all three of them were used in less than a week. She eventually forgave me for tossing the original but I never forgot the lesson she taught me and I have never again tried to hide an implement.

Bonnie: Yes, I have, but it does no good. For every implement I might hide, Randy has ten more that hurt at least as much. I can't get out of a spanking that way. There are no consequences for hiding an implement because he probably wouldn't even notice or care.

Prefectdt: I have never hidden a toy from a spanker but I have, accidentally on purpose, left behind toys that I was supposed to bring with me when travelling for a play date. There is especially one synthetic white cane that often tends to slip my mind :)

 Wendel: There was a time when the Misses was being a brat at a mall. I whispered in her ear that I would paddle her good when we got home. Once home she quickly hid the paddle while I brought in a couple of bags. I went to retrieve the paddle to give her the spanking I promised but could not find it. When I asked her, she denied doing anything. I started to take of my belt and told her that I would just whip her instead. The Misses played along and pull her pants down and bent over the back of the couch. I asked one more time what happened to the paddle but she still denied hiding it. I gave her bottom the first smack of the belt. She cried out, got up and retrieved the paddle. I spanked her good with the paddle then we held each other tight and eventually made love.

Hermione: When we have company, I hide all our long implements in a drawer. I have, on occasion, forgotten to re-hang one of the more severe ones on the rack when we are alone once more. Ron has noticed the omission, so it would be in my best interests not to intentionally hide one.

Thanks for playing hide'n'seek!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #350

Let's have brunch! 

Have you or your partner ever hidden an implement to prevent its use? Was it eventually found? Was the hunt part of a pre-spanking ritual?

Please leave your answer as a comment below. I'll publish an edited summary of our conversation after everyone has had a turn.

Friday FUN

I donated blood yesterday, as I usually do on a regular basis. In fact, it's more important than ever now, because fear of COVID has caused many people to avoid indoor gatherings. But the donation centre has extraordinary precautions in place, and masks are mandatory indoors everywhere. As I sat six feet away from the next donor, awaiting my turn, one of the nurses stopped, looked at me and said, "Hello, I recognize you." I was surprised. I thought my mask made me just one of many faceless people. "It's your hair," she explained. We both have the same type of hair, and had discussed our frustrations in the past. 

Here's more humour about our lives today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay safe!

From the Top Shelf - Designs

Here's a portion of a naughty tale I found on the late Rollin Hand's blog. It's by an author named Jean Marie and shows how in a pickup bar you CAN get lucky.

He sized her up from afar, or at least as far as the crowded club would allow.

She was here alone, not with a group, or worse, a girlfriend. She wasn’t here for just a drink, or just a dance. She was here to find a fuck.

She was blonde and passably pretty, she’d be popular to hit on. All the drunken playboys were wondering if her carpet matched her platinum drapes. And longing to find out, just as he was longing to find out, but, unlike all the rest, he wasn’t interested in just her twat. Was she interested in just her twat, or something more?

She had nice tits, but wasn’t using them. She wore a black turtleneck, as opposed to the low-cut tops every other girl was wearing. They were shaking their tits like shimmering bait before the open mouths of all these hungry fish, these slimy bass, these bottom-feeding carp. She didn’t seem to want to reel any ol’ whopper in. She wasn’t even sticking her treasure chest out.

She was arching her lower back, and so sticking her round rump out, half way off her bar chair, in fact. Jake guessed that she was proud of this fine asset, but no one else seemed to take particular notice. He did, and not merely because he was more of an ass aficionado than a tit man.

He moved in closer, still cautious and silent, but stalking now. He sat at the bar, a few feet from her table. He watched the parade of guys approach, try out their best opening lines, and get rebuffed. Another guy would have been worried; so many guys showing so much interest. Not Jake. Each attempt made him more confident that he knew this girl. He saw that she wanted to find a fuck on her terms.

There was a lull in the action; perhaps she’d discouraged the entire bar by now. Now it was his turn. He slid off his stool, and sat where so many had sat before; the upholstery was warm, though no one had occupied the chair for more than fifteen seconds each.

She looked at him through lowered, long eyelashes. Her glance seemed to convey a challenge. She resembled the film noir star Veronica Lake; no, more accurately, a pale Jessica Rabbit. His level stare seemed to announce assurance. He thought of himself as a beefier Bogart, or a slimmer Robert Mitchum from a by-gone era, no cartoon character sprang to mind.

“I have designs on your ass,” he said simply.

Suzie liked that the line was old school, like this early thirty-something dude was reincarnated from some late thirties style hood. She liked that he’d had the balls to mention her ass right up front; it made her squirm ever so slightly on her seat. She perched her heart-shaped bottom on one hip, like her ample understanding needed a breeze, her butt cheeks needed a breather, her vagina needed ventilation. Was it getting hot in here, was it this sweater and wool skirt, or was it him?

“What?” she replied, leaving the door open that had slammed shut for everyone else at this juncture.

“I said that I have designs on your gorgeous ass, or rather, I’d like to put some designs on your gorgeous ass…”

He was talking her language, but she tried not to let him know it. For the first time that evening, for the first time in a long time, she didn’t have a ready come-back. She drained her wine glass, both to cover the silence and to soothe her suddenly parched throat.

“May I buy you another?”

She nodded.

He caught a waiter’s eye before finishing off his Rusty Nail. “A bottle of Crystal, please. What’s your oldest vintage?”

“I’ll have to check,” the boy floundered and disappeared.

Suzie also struggled to keep her composure, hoping that her eyebrows weren’t raised to her hairline. She attempted her most enigmatic smile.

The inept sommelier returned in a rush, “A ’67,” he stammered, “and it costs…”

“We’ll take it,” Jake interrupted, handing him his magic plastic. “That’s a very good year; I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” she smiled more broadly. She was about to retrace the conversation back to how he’d opened it, but the wine arrived. A big production ensued; the opening, tasting and pouring. It was several minutes until they were again alone.

Suzie took more than a sip and felt it go straight to her head. She no longer felt in control, but uncharacteristically in this setting, didn’t mind.

“Do you like it?” he asked just as smoothly as everything else.

“Very much.” and she took another gulp.

“Like I said, an excellent year. I’m guessing that you and the champagne share about the same birth date.”

She found that she could do nothing more than laugh at his cheek. “So far, you’ve mentioned my ass and my age, and I don’t even know your name yet. Care to bring up religion or politics, too, just to keep it controversial?”

“I’m Jake,” he said genially, shaking her hand, “and am I right?”

Nonplussed, she blushed and replied, “I’m Suzie. Yes, I’m twenty-nine, in a little more than a week I’ll turn thirty…” She expected him to say something complimentary, such as the fact that she didn’t look it.

He didn’t. “And about the other?” he persisted.

“What…?” she giggled and simultaneously blushed.

“Your bottom; it is gorgeous, and it does need a design imprinted upon it,” he matter-of-factly stated. Now that we’ve ascertained that your birthday is eminent, I suppose a celebratory birthday spanking is in order.”

The fool of a waiter approached yet again, this time with the credit card bill to sign.

“Why don’t you keep that open,” he said kindly to the bumbling idiot, “we might run a tab.”

“No. Close it, and take me home,” Suzie whispered, looking down at the table top.

She avoided eye contact while the valet brought his car around; Jake having taken control effortlessly yet again to inform her that he’d drive her back to pick up her car in the morning. Of course it was an antique sports car that screeched up to the curb; Suzie had hoped it’d be an old junker to puncture his James Bond-like suavity. The valet closed her door with a muffled “thunk” that bespoke how expensive the thing must be. She held the nearly full bottle of champagne in her hand, not wanting to leave it behind to go to waste. But the fat mushroom of a cork had proven impossible to reinsert, so Suzie now grew paranoid about having an open container in the car, in case they were pulled over by a cop. She wanted desperately to take a swig, but felt drunk enough already. She wanted desperately to fish a smoke out of the pack in her purse, but didn’t know if he’d object. She realized that she’d never worried about what a man would think of her on any one-night stand before, and wondered if, subconsciously, she didn’t want this to turn out to be more than just a one-night stand. She stared out the window, then felt moved to break the oppressive silence.

“My roommate, Monica, wanted to go out to the Vault tonight,” Suzie said almost to herself, mentioning a well known D/s club. “But I turned her down, not wanting to spectate on some scene where another girl gets her bottom whipped good for her.” Suzie edited herself from saying her next thought, which continued by stating flatly that her own round butt needed it so badly. “I said that I was gonna go to the Viper Room. ‘What chance have you got of finding a non-vanilla guy there?’ my roommate asked. I replied that I didn’t know, but that anything was possible. I guess it is…”

Jake was through shifting through the gears, and Suzie took his hand in hers and squeezed it, still avoiding his eyes. She gave him directions off the expressway to her apartment. Her whole body tingled, especially her bottom on the leather upholstery.

She opened the lock to her front door, but he waited and held it open for her. She walked over to the kitchenette and picked up two glasses, then led him to her bedroom, and closed the door. He sat on the bed as if right at home.

“You know, I don’t do this with just anybody,” she said nervously, conscious as she did that they didn’t know one another’s last names.

Jake refrained from saying that he knew, that he’d passed the test by referring to her ass and a spanking in the same breath. Instead he told her, “Put down the bottle and come here.”

As she obeyed, Suzie wished that he’d just grabbed her, yanked her over his knee, held her in place and did it. Like the rape fantasies that she harbored, she felt better about her kink if she didn’t have to comply.

He gently but firmly took her wrist, helped her lay face down half across his lap and half on her mattress. His hand kept control of her wrist as it encircled her waist, while the other rested on her derriere.

“Now… first, to address that birthday of yours next week… thirty, is it? …please count these in a nice loud voice.”

Jake knew from experience that it was best to talk first; to discuss limits and a safe word and favorite things and turn-offs. But he also knew that most women wanted to avoid all this, wanting the dominant to be amazingly clairvoyant, and magically discipline her to perfection. So Jake had taken to simply punishing the girl to his taste, any way that he saw fit. He’d never had any complaints.

Thirty firm spanks were administered slowly and methodically to the seat of Suzie’s skirt. She was able to enumerate each one shortly after it landed, but also enunciated some small yelps and seductive coos and whimpered moans near the end.

No sooner had she cried out, “Thirty!” and stifled the tears that sprang from her ducts, then Jake set her on her feet, and looked up into her sorrowful baby blues.

“You broke the law by bringing that champagne in my car. I’m going to take your skirt off and put you back over my knee for another dose.”

As she turned around to comply, lifted her hands up impotently as if being robbed, and felt him undo the zipper, Suzie thought about an old boyfriend. Sam had always made her take her own clothing off before and during discipline. She’d complained about it, saying it was sexier to be man-handled. Now she knew that she was right; she loved the business-like manner with which Jake undid the clasp, pulled down the zipper, lowered the skirt to the floor for her to step out of, then repositioned her efficiently. It all made the gusset of her panties even wetter.

So smooth was the operation, Suzie was half way over his knee again before blurting out, “Wait, let me take this off, too, I’m sweating.”

He helped her pull the waistband of the sweater over her head in one continuous motion. She tossed her tresses back and then lay down fully into the requested position. She noticed that he folded both her skirt then her sweater neatly and put each on her pillow. She swooned, remembering how often she’d had to pick up Sam’s soiled underwear from off the floor. This guy was a metrosexual, but if he continued spanking her the way he’d started, and could get it up to fuck her afterwards, she didn’t care if he spoke with a lisp and wore a necktie for a belt with Capri pants.

“Breaking the motor vehicle code is a serious offense, and I’m the one who would’ve been cited for it. This is going to have to be hard…” his no-nonsense voice decreed. Half-listening, she hoped that he would notice her matching black satin and lace bra and panties.

It was, the spanking, not the lingerie, hard. It stung right from the first swat, and hurt horrendously once he got rolling. It went on and on, until Suzie had to give in to the tears that brimmed her long eyelashes, and the lump in her throat that tried valiantly to choke back her sobs. He spanked her satin-encased tush mercilessly, relentlessly, until she was convinced that he was cruel. But he also spanked dispassionately, as if squeezing ripe cantaloupe in the grocery, instead of working a poor girl into a state of frenzy. It hurt so badly, Suzie could focus on nothing else except taking it; she longed to know whether this session was making him as hard as it was making her wet. It hurt so much, she was reduced to trying to reach back with a free hand to protect her bottom from any more spanks, at least until she could absorb the present pain, digest the intensity, deal with the humiliation that he’d already heaped on her. He simply moved her hand away and continued the onslaught. She kicked her legs and scissored her thighs. He adroitly pinned her legs between his and spanked on.

At long last, he stopped and massaged the fanny that felt like it was on fire. Suzie cried like a baby for long minutes, then twisted around to sit on his lap. She rubbed her still-smoldering bottom against his lap as she slowly got herself under control, snuggling in tight against his collarbone, feeling her hiccups reverberate through them both. She longed for him to kiss her, to tell her that she’d taken it well, to pull her soaked panties off and finger her needful pussy, to push her back on her bed and enter her. She was ready. That’s why what he said next struck her with such profundity.

“Stand up so I can pull your knickers down, this last set has to be administered to your bared bottom.”

Suzie froze, even as feeling returned to the flesh of her singed butt cheeks and hot tears coursed anew down her facial ones. She cleared her throat, but her voice was still unrecognizably no different from a female frog’s.

“Could I please be allowed to have some lotion or some ice applied before we go on…?”

“The moisture left behind on your behind afterward will only make the final spanks hurt all the more,” Jake warned.

“Yes, sir, I know, but… I guess having not been spanked in awhile, I’m not calloused back there any more, and… my tush is a little tender right now…”

He lifted her from his lap and stood, “Would you prefer one over the other, or both, one right after the other?”

“Just some ice. You can find a Tupperware bowl to put it in on the bottom shelf of the cabinet by the fridge… Thanks.”

He left, leaving the bedroom door ajar, so Suzie heard Monica’s key in the front door’s lock a second before they were invaded by the interloper. Suz cringed at what she expected was to come, but the domino had been flicked and the line of them had started to tumble…

“Hello, who’re you?”

“Jake, and you must be Monica.” Suzie was impressed that he’d really listened to her and knew her roommate’s name. “I’m, uh, just getting some ice cubes…”

Jake wasn’t the only observant one, “For your palm, it looks pretty red and it’s very warm?” She’d held his hand in both of hers after their shake to inspect it.

Suzie piped-up through the half open door, “Yes, for his hand, now let him come back to bed.”

She heard some ice cubes tumble into the plastic bowl as Monica called back, “Is that all that’s reddened and warmed around here?” Suzie probably didn’t hear the sotto voice whisper that followed, “When you’ve put Suzie to bed, come see me…”

I have a feeling that Jake is in for a long night.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 20

Does size of the bottom's bottom make a difference?

Fred: I love bottoms, all shapes, sizes, and colours, if the owner wants a spanking I am happy to oblige. I have no idea if the size is proportional to pain. I suppose a larger bottom has more area to have a spanking inflicted upon it, but conversely, a smaller bottom receiving the same spanking has less area so the spanking is more concentrated? Maybe that makes it hurt more.

QBuzz: Perhaps a smaller bottom may feel it more, but a larger bottom can always be spanked longer and harder... they both need to be turned red after all :D

Bonnie: I have no basis for comparison, so I guess I don't know.

Anon 1: As a spanker, I have no way to know, but I generally spank just "a few extra pounds" type ladies, who would be considered to have plump behinds. Once beet red, they do look the same.

Doug: I've lost a lot of weight over the past 15 months on a low carb diet, and the spankings I get from my wife on my current, somewhat smaller bottom hurt more than they did before, but this could be a consequence of her spanking me harder now. Whatever the case, my bottom is "white hot" (beyond red) when she finishes spanking me with a wooden paddle. Fine with me. 

Ronnie: No idea on this. Sorry can't answer.

Roz: Good question! I don't know, but I can say a small bottom means the spanker can get full coverage with every stroke if they wish. No spreading the pain.

Anon 2: I prefer tiny bottoms, snaky hips and thin thighs. A great big male hand on a tiny bottom can cause serious damage. So, the number of spanks must be limited (200 is quite enough).

Simon: I've been getting spanked and caned etc for 40 years and when I started I weighed 9 stone and had a (if I say it myself) a small thin bottom. These days I weigh over 12 stone and my backside could reasonably be described as large. I don't think the size has made that much difference to the sensation although obviously it takes a lady longer to make the whole thing scarlet. When it's me doing the spanking I appreciate ladies' bottoms in a range of sizes although I do think very skinny bottoms are my least favourite.

 Hermione: I have no first-hand knowledge, but I would guess that a small, thin bottom would find spanking more painful. Without generous padding, it is easier to strike bone instead of muscle. My Ron's bottom is quite unspankable for that reason. 

Once again, the range of responses is admirable. Stay safe!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #349

It's been a long week for many of us, but the weekend is finally here and it's time for some virtual fellowship. I have some good news for bloggers who used to do the happy dance when their post was selected by Chross as a post of the week. Chross is back again, after a two year vacation. His blog looks quite different, but I am glad to see he is active once more.

Today's topic is something I have often wondered about: does size matter?

Is the size of a spankee's bottom related to the amount of pain felt? Do small bottoms feel more pain? Do large bottoms have an advantage? If you are a spanker, do you have a preference for large, medium or small bottoms?

Please leave your response as a comment below. As always, you may remain anonymous if you wish. Once everyone has had a chance to contribute, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.

You Finished this Sentence

Right now is the perfect time to...

Jack: ...tell my wife how much I love her and how much the spankings she gives has made our marriage strong and lasting.

Fred: ...run away and hide on a desert island! With a close friend and a hairbrush.
Explanation: Coronavirus, Brexit, life is really intolerable in the UK right now. 

morningstar: ...self evaluate - set goals - find the joy again. 

Anon: ...be alone in the great outdoors. 

Bonnie: ...invent a time machine! 

Bernie: ...hug friends. Alas.

Yorkie: ...to say to my wife, "Right now is the perfect time to spank me!"

Ronnie: ...to smile and say hello to everyone.

Hermione: ...bend over for a good, hard spanking and forget about reality for a time.

Finish this Sentence

We haven't played this game for a while now, so I thought this would be a good time to revive it.

Right now is the perfect time to...

Finish this sentence in any way you wish. I'll publish your responses before brunch.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 13

We discussed the advantages and disadvantages of long spankings. Here's what you said:

Bonnie: My answer is an unqualified yes. Just as it's quite possible to make love for an hour, couples can certainly engage in spanking activities for an extended interval as well. This is not to say that we have continuous swatting (or non-stop intercourse) for the whole time. There are many other ancillary aspects of a spanking session or a lovemaking session (or both together!) that enhance the experience for both participants.

For the marathon spanking, we might add massages, costumes, oils, kissing, unveiling, lotions, corner time, photos, quizzes and games, role play, changing implements, changing positions, changing rooms, aftercare, toys, and improvisational fun.

Another variation is where I position myself across Randy's lap on the couch while we watch a movie or sporting event. When he feels like spanking, he lifts my nightgown and spanks. If he feels like rubbing, he rubs. I love it all.

I think the the biggest challenge is available time. Our schedules have not always been compatible, especially when we had a kid in the house. But the pandemic has created more together time and so we have lots of opportunities now. 

Roz: I think it depends on the situation. If the situation is as Bonnie mentions above, and the spanking is for enjoyment then yes. We have had extended sessions in the past with other activities intermingled with the spanking.

If, however, we are talking purely spanking, or it is for discipline then I think there is a limit at which point the purpose may be lost.

Joe: We have had some very extended spanking sessions were as stated before other activities were included. Sometimes T likes to spank me hard for a while and then gently touch me and rub me, then resume spanking changing implements and intensity. The various sensations are incredible. Just one example long playful sessions are great. 

Wendel: We do not spank non stop for very long. The longest might have been 10 minutes.
Similar to Bonnie, when we have movie night on commercial TV we take turns laying across each others lap naked from the waist down during the entire movie. A spanking is given during the commercials we dislike. I will spank the Misses during insurance and cell phone commercials. The Misses spanks me during drug and fast food commercials. As soon as the commercial is over the spanking stops. There is great anticipation and excitement when the breaks start knowing that any second you could get a spanking. Possibly multiple spankings during one break. 

Yorkie: We don’t go for long at all as my wife gets bored easily. Personally, I’d love a marathon spanking but I’m afraid my limits outweigh hers. It’s one reason I’m getting some heavier toys so she can pack more of a wallop with as little effort as possible. 

Fondles: I wonder if a too-long spanking ends up numbing the bum more than anything else.
We often only have spankings that last a few minutes. anything longer would mean there were lots of breaks in between for other fun stuff. *wink*.

Ronnie: Answer is yes as Bonnie mentions. We have done extended sessions on occasion, fun spankings not discipline.

Lena: As others have mentioned, we do have spanking sessions that can take several hours, but it's more like several individual spankings with different implements and in different positions with breaks for other things in between. There is almost always some corner time and my partner loves to make me do lines sitting on a hard chair with my already sore bottom.

I think the longest continuous spanking I received was about 15 minutes, though it felt a lot longer. My partner used a wooden spoon and we both were pretty exhausted after that experience. I probably could take a longer hand spanking but I doubt my partner would have the endurance to do it. Also it would probably get pretty boring after a while, I do need a certain level of pain for a spanking to do anything for me. 

Jack: Depends on what I have done, how long since the last spanking, and if someone is present.

Minelle: We haven’t ever done a super long spanking session but the ideas above would be good when we have more privacy! 

Barrel: I have been the beneficiary of several spankings that approach 45 minutes. But they have all included a bit of a respite for me, secured to the bench at the bottom of our bed, while my wife leaves me alone and enjoys a glass of wine. These breaks are always align at the end of an intense and extended thrashing, and then a restart with a new implement.

The most recent event was my 65th birthday. I asked for, and received six and a half minutes of spanking starting with her hand, then the hairbrush and finally the rubber paddle. After a break for lunch, I was secured to the bench, and received 65 lashes with the strap, 65 with the tawse, concluding with 65 strokes split between the heavy and thin delrin canes, which took about 30 minutes.

While my wife benefits from the release in frustrations from my behavior and moodiness, I benefit by releasing tension and satisfying my yearning for a stern session. 

Graham: Like most of you, we've had many sessions that last over an hour. These are definitely fun, fantasy and romantic spankings -- not disciplinary. Like many have said, these are interspersed with other activities including lots of cunnilingus to both our delights!

Hermione: In the stories I read, long spankings were strictly that: whacking away for 30 minutes or more. As much as I enjoy being spanked, I would find that rather boring. In addition, my bottom becomes numb after 10 minutes or so, so a long punishment spanking wouldn't have much effect if I wasn't feeling it. But the variety that many of you describe sounds delightful!

Willie: At the risk of sounding unbelievable, due to comments above we have often had spankings that have lasted an hour. B has taken a few minutes break or, as he puts it, ' resensitize the area' (hate that word lol). There is no rubbing or fun during that time. These are reset sessions not punishments. I tend to have a very hard head at times so this explains the length. They start off less intense than a punishment but are by no means playful ( unfortunately my mind doesn't work with playful and spanking- I wish it did!)

I wasn't going to comment because I have mentioned this before,years ago in a chatroom and was told I exaggerate, but then I thought what if there was someone else out there who reads here and felt they were a fish out of water because they too experience lengthy and yes intense spanking sessions? There are ways to not get numb-bum. The point doesn't have to get lost, and on rare occasions sub space can happen- at least that has been our experience. Unfortunately/ fortunately due to Covid and lack of alone time it has been a long while since I've experienced a lengthy session. I certainly don't miss the pain of it but I do miss the after feelings.

Thank you all for sharing your thoughts. Stay safe!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #348

Welcome one and all to our weekly spanko brunch. I've been doing a bit of reading -- okay, a LOT of reading -- lately, and have found some weird and wonderful spanking stories. But there's one thing that bothers me about some of the stories. There are occasional descriptions of spankings that go on for a long time; one story featured three spankings that lasted 30, 40 and 50 minutes. I don't know about that, so I'll ask you what you think.

Is there a benefit to receiving or administering a very long spanking? What might the disadvantages be? Have you ever participated in one that lasted half an hour or more? What was your or your partner's reaction?

Please leave your response as a comment. Once everyone has had a chance to participate, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.

Pain in the 50's

We can all agree that pain comes in two varieties: good and bad. Good pain comes from an expertly-administered spanking; it's ouchy but enjoyable. Then there's bad pain, the kind that comes from within your body and needs to be addressed.

I often have leg pain at night, and no matter how much I adjust my position, it just won't go away. That brought to mind the pain in my ankles that I had as a child in the 50s. It was called "growing pains" and my grandmother's remedy was a poultice of antiphlogistine.

It was thick like peanut butter, but smelled medicinal. It came in a can, which my grandmother set in a pan of boiling water and heated until it was hot. Then she spread the stuff, not on bread, but on a strip of cotton fabric which she wrapped around my ankle. The poultice was then covered with a towel pinned into place, and I kept it on all night. In the morning I would unwrap my foot, throw away the used cloth, and scrub away the sticky goo. It always worked to take the pain away, at least for a while.

We didn't have aspirin in those days, although I suppose it was available. In our household, the analgesic of choice was called 222. These were tablets that contained ASA, caffeine and codeine - quite a mixture! That was for the adults; the child's version was 217. There was also an extra-strength 282 if needed. (These drugs are no longer manufactured or sold in Canada.)

How times have changed.

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for September 6

Tell us about a very special implement.

Baxter: In getting prepared for my total knee replacement back in early 2018, we had to get a variety of things to help assist the recovery. One item was a long handled shoe horn, which was to be used by me to get shoes on my leg which had the TKR due to now being able to bend it. However, I never used the shoe horn as I could get my shoes on without it. My wife did use it a bit, until she discovered another use for it and that is spanking me. It certainly stings when it hits my bare bottom, especially so when a spanking is ensuing. My wife liked the effect and went and bought two more so now we have one in the camper, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. One of them is always handy when my wife needs to use it. 

Roz: Many of our implements have significance for various reasons. I always had a thing for the wooden spoon for some reason and it was the first implement we used. The leather paddle was the first implement we purchased.

Minelle: I have fantasies about certain implements but my Scotsman likes to use several for short amounts of time. I think however we like a heart-shaped spoon I received as a gift from Ronnie. 

Jack: I asked my wife, she said the recent purchase of the bath brush gets my attention quickly, good long handle. She then said the large hairbrush her mother gave her she is fond of.

Rosco: Once upon a time, there was no such thing an the internet. If you wanted a riding crop so your dominant partner could whip your naughty bottom, you had to go the store a buy one. You had to pretend you were some sort of equestrian, not so easy.

I summoned the courage and entered Ron Richards Western Wear, first casually perusing the men’s shirts before drifting over to the bucket of riding crops. I picked up a longer, luxurious leather one to examine, trying not to fondle it too obviously.

A buxom young saleswoman appeared. She pulled a shorter one out of the bucket and suggested I consider it. “It hurts plenty”, she said, threatening to smack me with it. Then she laughed, as though she were just kidding and the moment was gone. But not forgotten. Will never be forgotten.

I bought both crops.

Since then, I’ve purchased implements online or at friendly sex shops and occasionally cut a switch. But buying that riding crop in the early 80’s is something I’ll never forget.

PS - Hermione, you ask good questions.

I can't take credit for this one, Rosco. It was one of Barrel's questions. He comes up with some excellent ones!

Neva: I both love and hate our bath brush.  It really, really hurts, but sometimes that's what I crave, it was the first and only implement ever to leave bruises, which I had been wanting to experience for a long time, I was so pleased with my bruises and I hope to experience this again.

I also like the riding crop, it was the first real spanking item I bought, before that, there were only the pervertables. 

Anon: My wife's mother was a school teacher here in Canada and we now have her vintage 1960's school strap. This barely-flexible piece of rubber belting on the hands or posterior tends to get one's attention. 

Ronnie: It's the rose leather paddle for me as it was the first real implement P bought. We've had it for years and it's my all time favourite.

Graham: Rosco, I had an almost identical experience as you back in the '80's. To this day, I wish I'd said "yes, can we test it in your back room?" But the moment passed.

As to my favorite instrument, it has changed over time. Once I first experienced the cane, however, it easily became my favorite. Depending on the choice of cane, the wielder, and the extent of warm up, it can range from delightfully stimulating to an serious session that leaves welts for a few days.

I just find it very romantic.

Hermione: I have to say that the implement that has special significance for me is the leather flogger  that Ron bought me for Valentine's day last year. Not that I particularly like it when it's used, but it's the only implement that Ron has ever purchased, and I treasure that.

Thank you all for sharing those special memories. Stay safe!

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #347

It's the weekend, and I'm happy to say that my week ended on a positive note. I made a long-overdue trip to Costco, early in the morning during seniors' hour, and was pleasantly surprised. It was a pleasure to shop without the congestion of hundreds of shoppers with those outsized carts. The wide aisles automatically provided the necessary social distancing, although I didn't pass many other shoppers. I was able to navigate the store and find everything I needed, and checked out quickly since there were no long lines. (Yes, I spent way too much as usual, but stocking up means fewer trips to the outside world.)

Now on to today's topic.

Do you have one implement that is special or carries fond memories? What makes it so special? Is it in frequent use, or just a pleasant memory?

Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a chance to contribute, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.

Grumbles

Okay, I'm sick of this. Enough isolation already! I want things to go back to the way they were. 

• I want to have Ron able to go grocery shopping with me, so he can unload the cart at the checkout while I handle the credit cards. 
• I want the checkout person to bag my groceries for me in my reusable bags instead of making me do it myself while the customers behind me wait impatiently. What am I, an octopus? 
• I want to go back to church and sing in the choir with all my friends. A day after I got a letter saying that choir would resume in September (with restrictions) I got an email saying the decision had been reversed and there would be no choir until further notice.
• I want to go shopping when I want, not at 7 am or some other ungodly hour dedicated to seniors. 
• I want to go out tomorrow for lunch at our favourite English-style pub to celebrate our anniversary. Instead, we are having pizza sent in. Not that I object to pizza, but it's not much of a celebration.
• I want to use the gift cards I have accumulated, but nobody is taking them right now. All transactions must not involve the staff touching anything you have handled, so no cash or gift cards.
• I want to throw all my masks away. Don't worry, I'm too sensible to actually do that. But I wish.
• I want a spanking. That's the one thing that covid-19 hasn't changed.
  

Maybe life isn't so bad after all.