Do you have a special place where you store your spanking implements and related toys?
Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a
chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.
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not at all like a normal Canadian winter.
It's warm and raining as I type this. Oh, I miss the good times - NOT!
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Any festive spankings, or are they on hold?
Rob Allen: I wish I had activities to put on hold. Not that I would, but it would be nice to have to decide about it. Maybe next year.
Wendel: Merry Christmas Hermione.
We always give spankings under the
mistletoe and we plan on roasting each other’s bottom with the paddle by
the open fire. The rest of the time will be spent eating and sharing
each other’s company.
Roz: Wishing you a very Merry Christmas Hermione. No holiday spanking plans here.
Jack: Spankings in this home is never put on hold. My wife/mommy knows I sometime get carried away especially this time of year. She will let me get away with some, but her tolerance is low when I get to festive.
KDPierre: Hold. Too much to do, too many places to be, and too stressed to think of spanking.
Bonnie: We had our own special celebration last night before family arrives.
Randy repeatedly applied what he called Santa's Belt, which the rest of
the year is a thick, wide black strap. I told him I thought his
accompanying Ho Ho Ho was creepy. That remark earned me more of the
same.
He delivered one crack for each of the reindeer, a bunch
more for various elves, one for Yukon Cornelius, and several for Bumble.
I learned that it's not easy being Mrs. Claus. But it was all good
fun.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Barrel: We don’t. However we had one planned for earlier in the week and we
both felt a bit off so we postponed it. Not really related to Christmas
but it will be a doozy.
Merry Christmas Hermione and to all brunch attendees!
Fondles: Haven't had any spanking action here in ages... but i did want to stop by and wish u a Merry Christmas!
Hermione: Ours are on hold until the New Year for the reason KDPierre expressed. Just too much stress, as we are not people persons, and the thought of visitors has us a bit on edge. But maybe a New Years Eve spanking will happen.
Happy Holidays to you all!
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...and to all a good night.
Spanko brunch recap will be posted tomorrow, so there's still time to drop in and join us at our holiday brunch.
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Welcome everyone and happy holidays. This is a busy weekend, but if you need a bit of peace and quiet, you are more than welcome here.
Will your spanking activities be put on hold, or do you have special paddling plans to make this Christmas memorable?
Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.
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Just in time for the holidays, our friend A.J. sent me this funny clip from the defunct television series Two and a Half Men, titled "Santa's Village of the Damned."
The
episode has Alan dating Sandy, Malibu's answer to a "Fatal
Attraction-like" Martha Stewart. Their desire for her fabulous culinary
output is ultimately overwhelmed by her craziness. She actually
believes in Santa Claus.
The characters are:
- Charlie, a wealthy, full-time skirt-chaser with a house on the beach.
- Alan, his mooch of a brother who lives with him with his son.
- Sandy, the guest actress who, as one can see, happens to be very attractive!
Alan
met Sandy at a gourmet cooking class and started dating her. She is a
terrific cook and they enjoy every moment of her skills. Until....! In
the closing scenes, Sandy has gone all Glenn Close and is sitting in
the living room staring into nowhere, turning the Christmas lights on
and off.
Charlie: I think something's wrong with Sandy.
Alan: I just said that!! Do you ever listen to me? (Turns) Sandy? Sweetheart? You okay?
Sandy: He's not coming.
Alan: Who's not coming?
Sandy: Santa. Every year, I try to make things perfect. And every
year I fail. Mama was right. I am a naughty girl. (Stands, turns and
looks at Alan) Come on, Alan.
Alan: Where are we going?
Sandy: I want you to teach this naughty girl a lesson. She needs to be punished. (Exits to the bedroom.)
Charlie: You lucky dog!
Alan: What? I'm not going in there! She's nuts!
Charlie: Yeah, so? Sеx with crazy chicks is great! Just make sure
you pick positions where you can see what her hands are doing.
Alan: No. No, that would be taking advantage of...of a mentally unbalanced person.
Charlie: Oh, Alan, that boat has sailed. You might as well hop on board for a farewell cruise.
Alan: I don't think so. It just wouldn't be right.
(Sandy reappears wearing a 'festive holiday outfit.')
Sandy: Come on, Alan. I'm ready.
Alan, takes one look, turns to Charlie: Good night. (Leaves with Sandy.)
Charlie: Okay! Pie for everybody.
Here's
the clip. The scene above starts at the 3:11 mark and ends 1:31 later
when you can end it, so it's not too long. But watch it all so you get
an idea of the level of Sandy's crazy.
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Some Christmas cartoon fun from Boru.
Santa express
The caption reads, "I'm sure real Daleks wouldn't cry if Earthman Vicar said they can't go carol singing in their Dalek suits."
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Our good friend and brunch companion Sir Wendel Jones sent me these images of how he and the Misses prepare for the holidays.
Needed to survive the relatives
Interesting lights
Cheaper just to spank her
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Obviously naughty.
But Santa is so naughty too.
Thank you, Boru, for the pics.
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The holidays are a busy time in the kitchen, but sometimes things don't go as planned.
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What is your fantasy place to spank or be spanked?
Alan: It's not really a fantasy place in the sense that I would or have ever
fantasized about it. But since you ask, and from the perspective of a
female-led DD relationship, an outdoors setting, tending to the wild or
even wilderness: beside a roaring river, or on a wind-swept ocean
beach, or among the California Redwoods, or even just deep in the woods
of a nearby park.
All of these might be an exciting setting for a
good, hard, and especially loud spanking from my wife, with her fully
dressed in a tight and revealing bathing suit or tight short shorts and
fitted top, and wielding a half-inch diameter hardwood hairbrush, while I
am stark naked, clothes somewhere she left them earlier when she
stripped me, and dangling awkwardly over her knee, as she sits
comfortably on the stump of a felled tree, wielding a half-inch diameter
hardwood hairbrush on my rapidly reddening bum, ignoring my
increasingly desperate pleas and promises.
Thanks for the fantasy.
Roz: Did I pose this question? I don't remember lol. Anyway, I think a fair ground or a theme park would be interesting:)
You did indeed! It was at our 400th brunch.
Jack: My spankings are truly just that, a spanking, and as for my fantasy place, I truly don't have one.
Prefectdt: I have many fantasy spanking places and most of them will remain, only as fantasies, never to be realized. The two that pop up most, in my mind, are an isolated rocky pool, fed by a fresh water stream and far from prying eyes, for a soggy spanking and in the middle of a military parade ground, receiving a punishment flogging, witnessed by a regiment, made up exclusively of women, dressed in Napoleonic period military uniforms. I doubt if either of these will ever happen.
Luvinhub: My wife and I bicycle on bike trails. It has been my fantasy that she find a reason to stop us in the trail, grab a switch, pull my bike shorts down, then to proceed to punish me. Not worrying whether anyone could her or see that I was being punished.
Barrel: Probably at one of my wife’s girlfriend’s house. My wife confides in her friend that she spanks and whips me. The friend is so interested that she persuades my wife to bring me over the next time I am to be spanked. An elongated build up when we arrive at her house then an extended spanking during which the friend learns the fine art of disciplining me from my wife. It is over with a standing invitation for a repeat any time my wife feels like it.
Bonnie: We've tried a number of our favorite spanking fantasy locales, but there
is one classic left untested - the woodshed. I've been paddled in a
barn, but that's not quite the same. I envision a smaller building
constructed for the storage of lumber and firewood as well as the
occasional corporal punishment of misbehaving wives or girlfriends. I
picture a well worn leather strap hanging from a peg on the wall near
the door awaiting the next naughty bottom to be escorted inside.
The
spankee (me) would bend over a padded sawhorse conveniently situated in
the center of the small room. The punishment would consist of dozens
of hard strokes on my exposed naked bottom. Any screams of pain would
be unheard and unheeded. Throughout my walk of shame back to the main
house, I would fight the temptation to rub my still stinging seat. I
would blush with embarrassment as I rejoined the group inside. They
would stare at me and smile knowing full well where I had been and why.
S: No doubt about it, Seattle is the place. I would love to be over Miss Jenn's lap getting a good old fashioned spanking, while she tells me that when she is finished with me, I won't sit for a week. Or maybe, Austin and get my fanny roasted by the beautiful, Miss Rachel. So many cities, so many wonderful spankers.
Wendel: I would love to be spanked in the Hula Girl section on the “It’s a Small
World” ride at Disney World. We would have to hide somewhere until the
park closes. The Hula girls would watch as the Misses pulls down my
pants and paddles my back end until I cannot sit.
Luvinhub, spankings in the woods, mountains and trails are the best. Not knowing
if anyone will hear or stumble across makes it even better.
KDPierre: I used to be intrigued by the idea of being totally naked and waiting for a spanking by an anonymous disciplinarian in a well-lit and almost barely furnished office type building with glass windows everywhere.
A.J.: I sold my beach house a few years ago. Nearest neighbors were at least 100 yards away.
On a 300° arc at the back of the house - a couple hundred acres of wildlife/conservation property.
In other words: no people! And VERY private! Back of the house had an upper deck for sunbathing with a view of the conservation land.
More
than once I was otk of a wonderful woman on that deck in the full light
of day (or the fireplace at night) who was soon over my knee to get her
bare-bottom slapping!
God, I miss that house! And those moments.
Sore is More: Thank you for the inspiration, Hermione. Yes I am back! Here it is, from a brand new fantasy:
"He
bent me over the balcony railing, skin pressed against the rough
concrete, heated up by the scorching tropical sun. I squirm
uncomfortably, and he brings a towel to put under my shoulders, to
protect me from scratching against the hot concrete. The balcony is
facing the ocean, there is nothing but the mesmerizing turquoise blue
with the white stripes of the waves. It's windy today, and the waves are
loud, so is the music by the pool. No one can see us, but no doubt, the
ocean and the music will not cover my screams. It's not polite to
bother the neighbours, he says and offers me a washcloth to bite on."
The full story is here.
Ronnie: In a stable, bent over a hay bale or saddle and getting a good cropping. Don't think it will ever happen now.
Hermione: On a now-defunct but much-loved blog, The Spanking Writers, Abel once described spanking his wife on the London Eye. I'm afraid of heights, but that seems like an experience not to be missed.
Rosco: I’ll list a few places but they don’t necessarily require travel.
A
women’s locker room. Growing up I loved watching tennis, in part for
the competition but more so because I loved the beautiful legs and
bottoms in short skirts running around. The sweat was also a big part of
the turn on. I felt guilty about getting so turned on and was always
afraid of being found out. I imagine being earmarched into the locker
room, pantsed and spanked by a bevy of strong sexy female tennis
players.
A sorority. They are no longer allowed to paddle on
another, even as part of the traditional initiation. But there’s no rule
about learning to use a paddle on naughty boys and, after all, it’s a
skill that should be learned and will come in handy.
A boutique,
especially one selling lingerie. I’m exposed for my fascination with
lacy panties, humiliated and spanked in one of the dressing rooms by the
saleswomen who are highly amused.
Irene and I had access to a tack room at an elegant stable and were
often pretty sure when nobody was around. There was a rack of riding
crops on the east wall. Irene would bend me over the table and give me a
few strokes with each one. The room had a rich leather smell from the
oil applied to the saddles.
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Welcome, everyone, to our regular weekend discussion time. I've just received a new (refurbished, but new to me) iPad, and it's hard to tear myself away, but I did have time to whip up some tasty holiday treats just for you.
Since the holidays are a time to travel for many people, this topic suggested by our dear friend and faithful commenter Roz is quite timely.
Do you have a fantasy place to engage in spanking? Is it a real location you could travel to, or is it purely imaginary?
Please leave your response as a comment below. Once everyone has had a chance to speak, I will publish an edited summary of our conversation.
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Boru sent me this picture along with an explanation: "Cat5 is standard Ethernet cable and is what you see in the pic." Thank you!
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Noisy spankings? Do tell!
Bonnie: Years ago, before we were married, Randy and I were alone on a boat and far enough out that we could see neither the shore nor any other boats. I distinctly remember the blue plastic bath brush he used to spank me. I removed my bikini bottom and he let me have it. It really hurt and I felt free to express my acute state of raging discomfort. I remember having some amazing marks that day.
Anon: Only in rented B2b homes.
Wendel: Some of the places we go hiking are pretty secluded. Spanking is always a
part of those hikes. Not sure how far the sound carries but the Misses
will scream and cry out louder than usual during a paddling.
At home the crack of the belt on the bottom is pretty loud but typically the windows are closed.
To be honest we do not really care if anyone hears.
Roz: I have to say, sound is something I have always been paranoid about, neighbours hearing etc. Outdoor spankings in secluded spots and spankings in the car have provided opportunity for more noise.
Jack: Quiet, not a chance with my wife/mommy. She could care less if I'm loud, her spankings are meant to insure I think twice before doing it again. The loudest I can recall was not a spanking from my wife/mommy, but one of our first visits to my mother-in-law. I can't recall what I did, but she took me to her bedroom, told my wife/mommy to make some coffee. She bared my bottom and then applied her hairbrush hard and fast. I could not get off her lap no matter how much I squirmed and kicked. She said get as loud as you want, you have been a naughty little boy and your bare bottom is going to red, sore, and sitting will be out of the question.
Rosco: Another good question.
We once lived in a duplex where we knew
the young woman who live in the adjacent unit. She asked for us to keep
it down when she had clients, without really saying what noises she
heard. We tried to schedule at the right times but not always
successfully.
Sometimes we’d stick to the riding crop rather than the paddle or leather strap. But I’d also have to keep from yelling.
At one point we moved to a place that seems more soundproof and is a bit further from any neighbors. We don’t worry right now.
I
always wondered about Grand Canyon raft trips. You can get pretty far
away from others and the river can be loud, but those canyon walls echo.
After 40+ years and thousands of spankings, I’m sure we’ve been heard a few times.
Prefectdt: “Have you had a session where you felt you could make all the noise you wanted?” Yes Many, about 90% of the pay to plays that I have been involved in have been in places where you could scream your lungs out, if you wanted to. Still, I usually try to control my vocalizations, when I can. But large American school paddles and yard sticks can often get me screaming. I struggle to take those.
A.J.: "...where YOU felt YOU could make ALL the noise you wanted?"
Yes.
Almost always. Not into hard (like the one Bonnie mentioned with that
blue plastic bath brush!!!) spanking so there's not that much volume
involved, either when giving or receiving. On the receiving end and
when I definitely knew no one could hear, I still didn't find the need
to vocalize at the top of my lungs.
On a side note (and I have
said this before) outdoor spanking can be a lot of fun, but let me share
what I know from my years in the infantry:
Sound REALLY carries when the sun starts to go down!!
What
may be OK at mid-day and not carry far - is amplified at night as it
gets cooler and can be heard great distances. A mile? Easy. So unless
you really have the urge to play at night, it's better in the daytime.
Ronnie: Yes a couple of times when he rented remote villas in Spain. I know sounds carry, but we didn't care as we were far away from other villas.
Hermione: We live in a detached house, with a good distance between us and the homes on either side. With the windows closed, no one can hear us unless they are standing right outside. But we don't want to upset our dogs, so we rarely make an excessive amount of noise. Still, if I feel the need, I can be quite vocal since the dogs have MSNBC on to watch and are busy with their Kongs.
That's all for this week. Do send me any topic suggestions that come to mind, or leave them in a comment here.
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